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“Get me her complete medical history from the prenatal clinic,” Dr. Vance ordered a nurse in a low, urgent tone. “Now. And(simo)page the chief of surgery.”
“Please, someone talk to me!” Margaret pleaded, tears finally spilling over her wrinkled cheeks. At sixty-five, she knew her body wasn’t young. She knew the risks. But she had felt the kicks. She had felt the shifting weight. She had experienced the morning sickness, the swollen ankles, the profound, overwhelming exhaustion of carrying life. The home pregnancy tests had shown two undeniable pink lines.
