Rebecca's pov
“What do you mean, he said I should keep the baby?” I asked, standing abruptly. My voice felt unnaturally loud in the small office.
“I don’t know, Rebecca! I’m only telling you what he just said,” Dr. Jenna replied, her tone sharp but undercut by the confusion in her eyes.
I felt the urge to pace, but the tight quarters of the office made it impossible. “It doesn’t make sense,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “This morning, you told me he said I could remove it. So why now—” I stopped short, pressing my lips together. Jenna was already shaking her head. She didn’t have answers.
“So what does this mean for me?” I finally asked, my voice quieter but trembling. Had I let myself hope for nothing?
Jenna exhaled heavily, slumping back in her chair. “Rebecca, like I sai
