Her feet stopped swinging.
“No.”
“Has anyone asked you to keep a secret about touching?”
“No.”
My heart began pounding.
“Why are you asking her that?”
Dr. Ortiz turned the computer screen away from Sophie.
“Her urine pregnancy test was positive.”
For several seconds, the room made no sound except for the air conditioner.
Then I laughed.
Not because it was funny. Because the words were impossible.
“She’s ten.”
“I understand.”
“She still sleeps with a stuffed rabbit.”
“A test can occasionally be wrong. We’re repeating it with bloodwork.”
Sophie’s face had gone white.
“Am I having a baby?”
I pulled her against me.
“No. There’s been a mistake.”
Hospital policy required them to contact both a social worker and Sophie’s other legal guardian. Daniel was not allowed back into the room.
