Tiny Body

ALINA’S POV

“Wh-what did you just say, doc?” I laughed. Of course, it had to be a joke because what did he mean by that?

“Alina,” Trent called out, his hand holding mine, and I turned to him.

“Did you hear what he said?” I asked; maybe I was the only one with a hearing problem.

“Calm down, Alina. Listen to me. Niguez will be fine.” Trent raised his hand to stroke my hair.

I chuckled slowly, and it morphed into sobs, “Of course, I know he'll be fine. He's a strong boy, and you said he was right?”

I couldn't even control myself at this point. The news was slowly settling into my head.

My little boy, my sweet innocent son, had acu…

“No, no, no, no, no, there must be some mistake somewhere. Perhaps you must have mixed it up with someone else's result.” I said to myself and turned to face the doctor, “Why don't you try the test again? I'm sure you'll realize my son is as healthy as a horse. Huh?”

“I’m sorry, ma'am, but the results are correct. I also–”

That did it.

That was the key