Amelia’s POV
“I need to go to the nurse to sign the discharge form. Do you want to come, so we can go home from there?” Clara asked softly.
“No, I’ll meet you there. I just need to change first,” I said.
She nodded, trusting me, and walked out.
I slowly took off the hospital gown, my fingers trembling, and slipped into my own clothes. But my mind wasn’t on what I was wearing—it was on what was inside me. On what the doctor had said.
Pregnant.
I shook my head, as if the word itself could be erased from my memory.
I walked out of the room, my legs heavy, and stopped in front of the doctor’s office. My heart pounded hard, but I lifted my hand and knocked anyway.
“The door is open, come in,” his voice called from inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped in. He looked up, smiling pol
