because the truth pointed at you instead.”
Dr. Salinas stepped between us slightly.
“This appointment is over. Mr. Diego, Ms. Paula, you need to leave.”
Diego did not move.
“Laura, we need to talk.”
I looked at the doctor.
“Can you call someone from reception?”
She nodded immediately.
Within a minute, a nurse appeared at the door.
Diego looked shocked.
As if he could not believe I would remove him from a room he had invaded.
“I’m your husband,” he said.
Marriage counseling services
I held the ultrasound photos tighter.
“For now.”
His face changed.
The same way it had when he saw the pregnancy test.
Except this time, he was the one standing accused.
Paula grabbed his arm.
“Diego, let’s go.”
He pulled away from her without thinking.
She noticed.
So did I.
So did the doctor.
That small movement was the first crack in the fantasy they had built together.
