The phrase respond well was meant to comfort me.
The words move quickly erased that comfort.
A nurse entered to place an identification band on Sophie’s wrist. Only hours earlier, hospital staff had treated her room like the scene of a hidden crime.
Now we understood that something truly had been hurting her.
It was not Daniel.
It was not an unborn baby.
It was growing inside her head.
Sophie looked at the adults gathered around her bed.
“Does this mean Daniel can come home?”
Eric closed his eyes.
Dr. Shah answered gently.
“It means the pregnancy test did not prove that anyone hurt you.”
Daniel took Sophie’s hand.
She held on tightly.
I stared at the glowing image of the tumor and understood the terrible bargain we had been given.
The test that nearly destroyed our family might also have saved my daughter’s life.
