Mr. Diego, before you accuse your wife again… you need to see what’s here.”
The room goes completely silent.
You are lying on the exam table with cold gel on your stomach, one hand gripping the paper sheet beneath you, the other pressed against your chest as if you can physically hold your heart inside your body. Diego stands near the doorway with Paola behind him, both of them looking far too comfortable for people who just barged into a medical appointment they were not invited to.
Dr. Melissa Salinas does not look intimidated.
