About half an hour later, Caroline hadn’t stopped crying. Slow tears ran constantly down her cheeks. Despite Sophie urging her not to panic, she couldn’t stop. I thought I wanted a baby, any baby, but now I only want Victor’s. “What am I going to do?” she asked Sophie for the hundredth time, as they sat together on a low bench with a red vinyl cushion, waiting for the ultrasound technician to get the machine ready.
“You’re going to calm down and let the doctor do his work,” Sophie replied. “We don’t know anything yet. Most likely it’s nothing, a mistake. What else could it be?”
“I don’t know. This has to be Victor’s baby,” she whimpered. “It just can’t be William’s.”
Sophie shook her head. “Don’t even think about it, honey. One time? With a c****m? No, it’s much more likely to be a mist
