Sandy’s POV
I was numb at the information given to me. My heart felt like it was pierced with a sharp knife at the words that had come out of her mouth. My lungs tightened and my heart hammered fast and loud. I swallowed down the tension forming in my throat and backed away from Anthony and the nurse.
Slowly, I raised my hand to my mouth, covering it as I felt the urge to scream out in pain and anguish.
“Here are the results,” the nurse said, handing over some envelopes to Anthony.
I turned away and sat down on the chair we had been sitting on. I rested my elbows close to my knees and held the sides of my head. I kept my head bowed as I tried to control the pain in my chest.
I lost my baby because of a false report. My baby was gone because of a mistake.
At that, I sat up, remem
