"Brandy, I've run the tests," Dr. Bennett began, his voice laced with professional detachment. "I'm sorry to inform you that you're not pregnant."
Brandy stared at Dr. Bennett in utter disbelief, her mind overwhelmed with a chaotic mix of panic and dismay. This couldn't be right. She felt the movement.
"You are wrong. I know I am pregnant," Brandy protested, her voice trembling with a potent blend of anger and desperation. The sterile scent of the doctor's office permeated the air, threatening to make her sick.
The pack doctor, a grizzled man named Dr. Lucas Bennett, hid his grin from behind his clipboard as he pretended to read her medical chart. He enjoyed witnessing Brandy's turmoil, believing that she deserved this after the troubles she and her mother had caused him and hi
