I was rearranging Alex’s new storybooks on the shelf when my phone buzzed. An unfamiliar number.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Good afternoon, is this Ms. Emma Harlow?” The voice was calm, professional.
“Yes… speaking. Who is this?”
“This is Dr. Leighton’s office at Leighton Reproductive Health Center. We received your application and would like to schedule a full health assessment. It’s important we complete all preliminary tests before proceeding with the program.”
My stomach tightened. “Oh… I wasn’t expecting a call.”
“Yes, it's necessary. We usually process applications quickly as the process is meticulous. Are you available later this week? The clinic is located in Lawrenceville, about twenty minutes from Princeton proper.”
Twenty minutes? My mind raced. Between teaching classes, gradi
