“He knew there was a possibility both babies could have Down syndrome before today.”
My stomach dropped.
“No.”
“He was given the preliminary screening results weeks ago.”
I stared at her.
“That’s impossible. We went to every appointment together.”
“Not every appointment.”
The words hit me harder than anything the doctor had said upstairs.
I remembered one morning when my husband, Brian, told me the clinic had called to reschedule. He had insisted he would handle it because I was exhausted.
I had never questioned him.
The nurse continued carefully.
“There was a follow-up consultation. He attended without you.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“Why would he hide that from me?”
“I don’t know everything,” she said. “But I heard him arguing with the doctor earlier. He said he didn’t want you told during the pregnancy because he was afraid you would panic.”
My mouth went dry.
