“Oh my god,” Edward whispered.
“You see it, too?” They nodded at one another. “Listen. You can hear them both.”
“Both?” Then I could hear it—one heartbeat, strong and prominent and then behind it like a muted echo, another. My own heart began to pound hard enough to cause me pain.
Edward’s eyes sparkled in the flickering light of the screen. “Twins, love. Do you see?”
Tears streamed from my eyes while Edward traced the outlines of the foetuses. He outlined their tiny heads and hands. He showed me which was the girl and which was the boy. He pointed out their feet and their spines. I wanted to die.
*
We piled into Hausner’s cramped office when it was done. The walls were filled, cluttered really, with gilded certificates and degrees and honourable things. Mountains of papers and folde
