“What are you trying to say, Doc?” Rupert asked when all of them froze in awe at what they had just heard.
“Am I pregnant?” Andrea asked curiously as her left hand reached for her abdomen.
“Is she, Doc?” Alexander asked in unison with Andrea’s grandparents, whose eyes were about to glimmer in excitement.
“Am I?” Andrea repeated.
The young doctor stares at her patient. And then at everyone in the room with a worried expression on her face. And that facial expression was enough to tell them that what they were about the hear was not something they could celebrate. It was more likely telling them to prepare themselves, especially their hearts.
“I’m sorry, but you had a miscarriage,” the young doctor said calmly. “When you arrived at the emergency room, it was already too late for us to s
