The waiting room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of a few other patients and the rustling of magazines. Charlotte sat with her hands folded in her lap, her mind elsewhere as she waited for her appointment. She had just come from the hospital with Riele and Harry, where they had witnessed the breakthrough with their mother’s therapy. The feeling of hope in the air still lingered with her, but now she was back in her own reality, facing the reality of her pregnancy.

At four months along, ...