“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, ...