THE ULTRASOUND
As the probe glided across Lily’s stomach, the doctor’s brow furrowed. His eyes widened. He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the image.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Sarah gripped the edge of the bed. “What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked, panic rising in her throat.
Dr. Hayes didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled off his gloves, grabbed the phone, and with a voice trembling between shock and urgency, said:
“This is Dr. Hayes. I need 911 at my office. Immediately.”
