Every appointment became an event.
When we heard the first heartbeats, we cried.
When we saw the ultrasound images, we sent them to each other immediately.
We created a group chat called “Our Little Family.”
Everything seemed perfect.
Until the fifth month.
It began with an ordinary phone call.
We were both at home when the fertility clinic contacted us.
The nurse sounded unusually formal.
“Sarah, we need you and Emily to come in as soon as possible. Dr. Harris would like to discuss some findings from your recent genetic screening.”
I immediately felt nervous.
“What kind of findings?”
“I can’t discuss the details over the phone. The doctor will explain everything when you arrive.”
I hung up and looked at Emily.
She had already received the same call.
Neither of us needed to say anything.We both knew something was wrong.
The following morning, we arrived at the clinic together.
