Dr. Jordan Bronson
Carmina nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded to call Cassie. I could see the apprehension in Cassie's eyes as she joined us in the living room. Her usual cheerful demeanor had been overshadowed by the heavy burden of the secret she was carrying.
We settled on the couch, and as Carmina left the room, I couldn't help but notice the tension in Cassie's posture. She appeared to be on the verge of tears, struggling to hold back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Are you okay, Cassie?" I asked gently, my concern for her evident in my voice.
Cassie's frown deepened, and she shook her head. "How could I be okay, Jordan? I have a fertility problem." Her voice wavered with a mixture of frustration and sadness.
I understood her distress and wanted to offer comfo
