“And if the ultrasound shows nothing?”
Dr. Ortiz looked directly at him.
“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.
