“Then we have a different emergency.”
CHAPTER THREE
The Empty Ultrasound
The ultrasound room had pictures of smiling cartoon animals taped to the ceiling.
Sophie stared at them while the technician moved the probe across her lower abdomen.
I held her hand. Eric stood near the door with his arms crossed. Daniel remained somewhere downstairs, waiting for news from a family that had just treated him like a criminal.
The screen showed shifting fields of gray.
I kept searching for the shape of a baby even though every part of me rejected the possibility.
The technician measured something, erased it, then measured again.
“Do you see anything?” Eric asked.
“I’m not permitted to interpret the images.”
“That means you don’t.”
“It means a radiologist will review them.”
Sophie turned toward me.
“If there’s a baby, will I have to keep it?”
My throat closed.
“We don’t know that there is one.”
“But the test said—”
“The test found a hormone,” I reminded her. “That’s all we know.”
The technician abruptly stopped moving the probe. She saved several images, then left the room without explaining why.
Eric began pacing.
“This is what happens when everyone worries about Daniel’s feelings instead of finding out what happened to Sophie.”
“Your accusation did not create the test result.”
“No, but living with him might have.”
Sophie squeezed my hand.
“Mom, what are they looking for?”
Before I could answer, Dr. Ortiz did.
“Something that should not be there.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The Second Place They Looked
Daniel was waiting outside the MRI department.
He stood when Sophie’s wheelchair appeared, but he did not approach us. A security officer remained nearby—not because Daniel had been arrested, but because Eric had warned the hospital there would be trouble if Daniel came near his daughter.
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Sophie saw him and held out both arms.
“Daniel.”
The officer looked at me.
I nodded.
Daniel crossed the waiting room and knelt in front of her. Sophie buried her face against his shoulder.
“I told them you didn’t do anything,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Dad didn’t believe me.”
Eric stood ten feet away. He looked as though he wanted to argue, but no words came.
Daniel pulled back and touched Sophie’s stuffed rabbit.
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“I’ll be right here when you finish.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The MRI took forty-seven minutes.
I counted every one of them.
When Sophie was brought back, she complained that the machine had been loud but said the headache was worse. A nurse dimmed the lights and gave her medicine.
Then Dr. Ortiz asked the adults to follow her into a consultation room.
Sophie refused to let me leave, so the meeting happened at her bedside. Daniel sat on her right. I sat on her left. Eric remained near the window.
A new doctor introduced herself as Dr. Priya Shah, a pediatric endocrinologist.
She placed an MRI image on the monitor.
Most of it looked like meaningless shades of black and gray. Near the center was a pale, irregular shape.
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“We found a mass near the base of Sophie’s brain,” Dr. Shah said.
I waited for someone to correct her.
No one did.
“What kind of mass?” Daniel asked.
“We believe it may be a germ cell tumor located near the area that controls hormone production, thirst, and several aspects of development.”
Eric gripped the windowsill.
“Are you saying she has cancer?”
“We need additional imaging and tumor-marker studies before we can determine the exact type.”
I looked at Sophie. She was watching all of us, trying to decide how frightened she should be.
“Is that what caused the headaches?” I asked.
“Most likely. It is also pressing near the pathways involved in peripheral vision.”
Sophie touched the side of her head.
“But what does that have to do with the pregnancy test?”
Dr. Shah pulled her chair closer.
“A pregnancy test does not actually look for a baby. It looks for a hormone called hCG.”
“The hormone in my blood?”
“Yes. Pregnancy is the most common reason for that hormone to appear. But some germ cell tumors can produce it too.”
No one spoke.
The truth was too large to enter the room all at once.
“There was never a baby?” Sophie asked.
“No,” Dr. Shah said. “You are not pregnant.”
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