"Threatened miscarriage."

Wait—what? Did I hear that right? 'Miscarriage?!'

"Doctor... I’m pregnant?" I blurted out, clutching her coat like it was the last thing tethering me to reality. My voice was a mess—part shock, part panic, and, okay, maybe a tiny flicker of joy.

The doctor blinked at me, clearly unimpressed. "You didn’t know?" Then she hit me with the most judgmental mom-look ever. "Young people these days—reckless and ...