Katrina POV*
The crinkled thermal paper felt warm against my trembling fingertips.
I stared at the tiny, almost invisible speck trapped in grainy black-and-white. _Two weeks._ Only two weeks. A date stamped in the corner. A heartbeat too early to hear. But it was enough. Enough to change the entire universe I’d been surviving in.
It was a microscopic anchor tying me permanently to the life I had stolen. Or rather, the life that had been forced upon me.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Harrison,” the doctor said softly. Her voice was gentle against the sterile white walls. “Everything looks perfectly healthy. You’re about 2 weeks along. Very early, but confirmed.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded like a stranger’s. Distant. Shocked.
I folded the scan with s
