The Report That Never Existed
Chapter 04 - The Report That Never Existed
Dr. Reed printed a still image from the ultrasound and placed it on the counter. Two tiny forms appeared in grainy black and white, one clear and one tucked behind the other as if hiding from the storm around them. Grace stared at the picture and felt her heart stretch in a way that almost hurt.
Two babies.
Two lives.
Two little miracles Vivian had nearly convinced Noah to doubt.
Noah reached for the edge of the exam table, steadying himself. “How could the report say there was no pregnancy?”
“It couldn’t,” Dr. Reed said. “Not if it came from here.”
Vivian crossed her arms. “Doctor, with respect, mistakes happen. My son came to me scared. I simply shared what I had received.”
Grace turned her head slowly. “You did not receive anything. You made him believe I was lying.”
Vivian’s eyes flashed, but only for a second. Then her face folded into wounded innocence. “Listen to yourself. You are emotional. You are pregnant. No one is blaming you for being unstable.”
Noah looked at his mother. “Mom.”
The single word carried a warning.
Vivian placed one hand against her chest. “I was protecting you. You came to me devastated. You said Grace was hiding appointments, changing passwords, acting secretive. What was I supposed to think?”
Grace almost laughed. It came out broken. “I changed the password on my patient portal because you tried to log in.”
Noah stared at her. “What?”
Grace looked away from the monitor and finally said the thing she had been too ashamed to say. “Your mother asked me for access after the first appointment. She said she needed it for insurance. When I told her I could handle it myself, she got angry. After that, I started getting messages from unknown numbers saying you regretted marrying me.”
Noah’s face went pale.
Vivian’s voice sharpened. “That is a disgusting accusation.”
“I saved them,” Grace said.
The room froze.
Dr. Reed quietly pulled a pair of gloves from the box and set them aside, giving the family space while remaining close enough to protect her patient. Her expression said she had seen enough families collapse under polite cruelty to recognize it when it stood in designer shoes.
Noah turned to Grace. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Grace wiped her cheeks. “Because every time I tried, you said your mother loved us. You said she was just intense. You said I was reading too much into things.”
The words hit him one by one.
Outside the room, a nurse laughed softly somewhere down the hall, reminding Grace that the rest of the world kept moving even when yours stopped.
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Then Dr. Reed pointed back at the monitor.
“I need everyone to focus now,” she said. “The twins are here. But Baby B’s heartbeat is weaker than I want it to be.”
