“No…no.

I…you don’t understand.

I can’t be pregnant,” the words choked in my chest, as I burst into a panic attack.

The doctor stretched her hands, reaching for me as she clasped her soft hands around my sweaty ones.

“There’s no need to be worried, Leah.

It’s just a theory, and it might be wrong.

And if you are pregnant, remember–the child’s fate always lies in your hands,” she said softly, and her last words made my head snap up.

Staring deep into her eyes, I ...