Meghan
I’m staring at the ultrasound photo in my hand. It’s grainy, the kind of image that most people would need a guide to understand, but I know exactly what I’m looking at. My baby. A small, three-week-old cluster of cells.
“How—” My voice is hoarse, and I clear my throat, trying again. “How is this even possible?”
Dr. Evans offers me a soft smile that feels more pitying than kind.
“I know this must be a shock, Meghan, but based on the bloodwork and the ultrasound, the pregnancy is progressing normally. Three weeks is just an estimate, but—”
“Three weeks?” I repeat, cutting him off.
My mind is whirring, jumping back in time. Three weeks ago, there was only one night. One mistake. One man.
Aaron.
The name hits me like a thunderclap. My stomach twists, and it’s not just from th
