Minutes later, the doctor arrived—calm, too calm. Clipboard in hand, face composed. Ashley stood behind him, confused and pale. “Tell me,” Tula demanded. “Tell me what this report means. No more silence. No more hiding. Am I hallucinating, or are you people saying I’m pregnant?”
The doctor exhaled slowly, shifting his weight. “Mrs. Abraham… I was going to explain this to you more gently but yes—your test results have, repeatedly, shown elevated levels of HCG. Your blood work and hormone panels are consistent with… early-stage pregnancy.” His voice faltered at the word, unsure how to frame it.