The doctor, who had joined us in a private consultation room, interrupted.
“Daniel, being a carrier can absolutely matter. If the biological mother also carries a disease-causing variant in the same gene, a child could inherit two altered copies. But we cannot assume that is what happened here.”
Then he looked at us.
“That’s why we need to test both mothers and the babies. And we need to confirm the exact genetic variant before drawing any conclusions.”
Three weeks passed.
They were the longest three weeks of my life.
Every morning, Emily called me.
Every evening, we prayed together.
We had stopped buying baby clothes. We had stopped discussing names. We were afraid to dream.
Then, one rainy Tuesday morning, the clinic called.
The doctor wanted to see us.
Immediately.
When we arrived, Daniel was already there. He looked exhausted, with red eyes and trembling hands.
The doctor invited us to sit down.”I have the results.”
