Dawson waited in the reception area, his nerves firing around his body like cannons. Charlotte had been with the doctor for at least a half an hour, and he was dying to know what she’d learned.
Their wedding was only two weeks away, and while he’d assured her she could wait to go to the doctor about a possible fertility issue, she’d wanted to go before they got married. She’d been in a few times over the past couple of months since their engagement, but this was the first time she’d invited him to come with her.
Even then, right at the last moment, she’d squeezed his hand and said, “I want to go in by myself.”
“You’re sure?” he’d asked. “I’m happy to be here.”
“I know.”
The nurse had then called her name, and she’d stood all by herself. Marched through the door alone. And so Dawson sa
