Chapter six: The sour truth

A few minutes later, after getting dressed in clothes that felt too formal for the turmoil inside me, we left the house and headed to see Dr. Gilbert. The drive was silent, filled with unspoken tension

We stepped into the waiting room of the hospital. The air conditioning felt cold against my skin. A nurse, her uniform crisp and white, nodded to us and pointed toward an open door. We walked in, my shoes making soft sounds on the polished floor.

Dr. Gilbert, rose from his chair as we entered. He offered a polite smile.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Ethan," he said, his voice calm and professional.

"Good morning, Doctor," we replied together, our voices a little stiff.

He gestured to the two chairs in front of his large wooden desk, and we sat down, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. He settled back into his own chair, his gaze falling to his desktop computer.

"Ehm, Mrs. Theo has already told me what the problem is, which is not having a child after two years of marriage," he said