The room was eerily silent as the doctor cleared his throat, his eyes scanning us with a deep, unreadable sympathy. Ethan squeezed my hand tighter, his grip trembling with anxiety. I could feel the tension in the room thickening as if we were all suspended in a moment that could shatter at any second.
“Emily, I have some difficult news,” the doctor began, his voice steady yet tinged with a sorrow that made my heart race. “The fall caused significant trauma, but it’s a miracle that both you and the baby survived.”
A collective gasp filled the room. Tears welled up in Ethan’s eyes, a mixture of relief and fear flashing across his face. But the doctor’s expression remained grave, and I knew there was more.
