“He asked us to make sure… that you find out the truth.”
The truth.
My hands started to shake again.
“What truth?” I whispered.
The doctor took a step closer.
“About your condition… and about the child.”
Everything inside me went silent again.
My condition?
The child?
I looked down at the paper… then back at the doctor.
And suddenly… I realized something was terribly wrong.
What exactly did Daniel know… that I don’t?
Why did he ask for prayers… not for himself, but for me?
And what truth is waiting… that could change everything?
