The Last Ultrasound
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“The last ultrasound had detected a single fetus within you,” the doctor continued. “It’s dated three months ago.”
“Is there a problem?” Henry asked, a sheet of sweat covering his forehead. The doctor didn’t answer. She only pointed at the seat next to Grace. “If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat, Mr. Jones,” she said.
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