Finally, the exam room door opened.
Dr. Lawson stepped inside holding a folder tightly against his chest. One look at his expression made my stomach sink.
“Mrs. Thorne,” he said gently, “we need to talk.”
Maya sat beside me on the exam table shaking slightly.
The doctor lowered his voice.
“The scan shows there’s something inside her.”
For a second, I stopped breathing entirely.
“Inside her?” I repeated weakly. “What does that mean?”
Dr. Lawson hesitated.
That silence terrified me more than words could have.
The room suddenly felt tilted, unreal. My pulse hammered against my ribs while my fingers went numb from panic.
“What is it?” I whispered. “Please… tell me what’s happening.”
The doctor exhaled slowly before speaking again.
“We need to discuss the results privately,” he said carefully. “But you need to prepare yourself first…”
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“MY SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER KEPT COMPLAINING ABOUT ABDOMINAL PAIN AND CONSTANT NAUSEA.
