Ronnie sat in her office with the door closed, the dim overhead light casting a soft glow over the cluttered desk in front of her. Papers were neatly scattered across the surface—reports, case files, notes scribbled in her perfect handwriting—but she wasn’t looking at any of them.
Her eyes were locked on the small, grainy image she held between her fingers.
A black-and-white ultrasound photo.
It was barely the size of a post card, but it felt heavier than a mountain.
There it was.
That little blur that, somehow, impossibly, impossibly… was hers.
Hers and Mark’s.
Ronnie had stared at the photo for over twenty minutes now. She traced the edges with her thumb, holding it like it might disappear if she let go. She wasn’t even sure how she was supposed to feel. Overwhelmed? Terrified? Ho
