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a calm man in his late fifties named Dr. Rosen, began the scan with practiced precision. Gel. Probe. Screen.
Five Minutes After Our Divorce, I Took My Kids and Left for London—While My Ex’s Entire Family Celebrated His Pregnant Mistress Until One Ultrasound Sentence Destroyed Everything…
The grainy black-and-white image flickered to life.
At first David saw nothing unusual. The doctor, however, grew very still.
He adjusted the angle.
Looked again.
Adjusted once more.
Allison noticed first. “Is there a problem?”
