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2026-01-28 11:43:31Kristine's brain scrambled for a coherent thought. This could not be happening. Out of all the gynecologists in Seattle, how was George Mitchell standing in this room? Her George. Except he was not hers anymore and had not been for five years.
She turned sharply to the nurse standing by the counter. "I think my HMO app messed up my appointment." The nurse looked confused. "Messed up how?" "I just..." Kristine's mind raced. "I wasn't expecting Dr. George." "Dr. George is one of the top gynecologists in the world," the nurse said, her tone almost reverent. "Are you sure you want to give this up, miss? His waiting list is usually six months long. You're very lucky to get in today." Kristine swallowed hard. The cramping in her lower abdomen pulsed as if reminding her why she was here in the first place. Her condition could not wait. She had already put this off for too long. And honestly, he did not seem to recognize her anyway. Maybe five years had erased her from his memory completely. Maybe she was just another patient to him now. She could do this. She had to do this. "No, it's fine," Kristine said, forcing her voice to sound steady. "Let's proceed." George stood near the door, his face carefully blank. His eyes moved over her like she was a stranger. Like they had not spent two years tangled up in each other's lives. Like he had not once known every inch of her body in ways that made her blush just thinking about it. But his expression gave nothing away now. Professional. Detached. Cold. Fine. If he wanted to pretend they were strangers, she could play that game too. Kristine settled back onto the examination table, the paper crinkling beneath her. She stared at the ceiling tiles and tried to pretend this was normal. Just a routine appointment. Nothing to be anxious about. Except her heart was beating so fast she worried he would hear it. The nurse moved efficiently around the room, preparing instruments. George stepped closer, pulling on latex gloves with practiced ease. His movements were smooth and clinical, but Kristine caught the slight tension in his jaw. So maybe he was not as unaffected as he pretended to be. "Please remove your underwear, miss." His voice was flat and professional, but his eyes locked onto hers for just a second too long. Stay calm, Kristine. It's just a normal procedure. You can do this. she thought. She shifted on the table, reaching under the paper gown to slide her underwear down her legs. The vulnerability of it made her want to crawl out of her own skin. This was George. The man who had kissed her like she was oxygen. The man she had loved so desperately it scared her. And now he was about to examine her in the most intimate way possible while acting like she meant nothing. George moved to the end of the table. His expression remained neutral but something flickered in his eyes when she settled into position. The stirrups felt cold against her feet. "This might be uncomfortable," he said, his tone detached. Then his finger pressed inside her and Kristine bit down hard on her lip. She focused on breathing. In and out. Slow and steady. Do not think about whose hand that is. Do not think about the last time he touched you. "Married?" George asked, his voice flat. "No." "Boyfriend?" "No." Her answer came out sharper than she intended. He withdrew his hand and reached for a metal instrument on the tray. Kristine forced herself to keep staring at the ceiling. The speculum was cold when he inserted it, and she flinched involuntarily. He adjusted her position, parting her legs wider, his movements efficient and impersonal. "Sexually active?" "No." The word came out clipped. Then she muttered under her breath, "Of course not." George adjusted something and a sharp pressure made Kristine gasp. Her body jerked and a small, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Can you be more gentle?" Her voice shook. "I'm... I'm still a virgin." The room went completely silent. George's hands stilled. For several long seconds, he did not move at all. Then he pulled back and removed the speculum with more care than before. His movements were slower now, deliberate, like he was processing information that did not make sense. "Virgins don't need pap smears." Kristine's head snapped up. Heat flooded her face, anger mixing with humiliation. She jerked upright from where she had been lying, clutching the paper gown against her chest. "You could have told me that before I took off my underwear!" George reached up and pulled down his mask. His face was fully visible now. Those eyes she had once loved stared at her with an expression she could not quite read. Shock. Confusion. Something else underneath that made her stomach twist. "I didn't expect you would still be a virgin, Kristine."
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She had not planned something elaborate. The house could hold the people who mattered and the people who mattered were not so many that the house would be overwhelmed. She had made a list in January, which was the version of party planning she could manage — a list and a date and a decision to let the rest arrive.It arrived fully.Diana and Richard were there by ten in the morning, which was not when she had said to come but which she had expected. Diana had brought a bag containing things she had decided were necessary, which turned out to include a hat she had knitted that was sized correctly for a one-year-old and that Thomas received with the equanimity of someone who had not yet developed opinions about hats.Richard had brought wine, which was not necessary at ten in the morning and which she accepted without comment.Sandra had flown in from Boston for the fourth time this year, which was a frequency that required no explanation because Sandra had decided that quarterly visits
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The books had described six weeks as a threshold. She had read the books — not many, but enough — and had understood that six weeks was when the initial adjustment was supposed to begin settling into something more sustainable. She had taken this as a data point rather than a promise.At six weeks Thomas was still waking at two and at five but was occasionally sleeping for a four-hour stretch between, which was the specific gift of an infant who was beginning, just beginning, to have a relationship with night and day. She had learned to sleep in the four-hour stretches with the focused efficiency of someone who understood that the quality of rest was less relevant than its presence.George had taken two weeks of parental leave.He was back at the hospital now. She was still on leave.She had thought, in the months before Thomas arrived, that the days alone with a newborn would feel isolating. She had a history with isolation — had made a life inside controlled solitude in Portland — a
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The house had flowers. Diana had arrived before them and had filled the kitchen and the living room and the hallway with the specific warmth of someone who expressed care through presence and preparation. She had also made food. There was more food than they could eat in a week.Lily had come on Sunday and would come back on Wednesday.She had met Thomas at the hospital. She had stood beside the bassinet in the hospital room with the specific controlled expression she wore when she was deciding what to think, and then she had said: he's small.George had said: yes. He'll get bigger.She had said: he looks like you.George had said: yes.She had said: that makes sense. She had looked at Thomas one more time. She had said: hello, Tom.She had walked to the chair across the room and sat down and begun reading the book she had brought, which was her way of being present without making an event of it.Thomas had received this with the equanimity of someone who did not yet have opinions.At
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The heart rate stabilised twenty-two minutes after the decision was being considered — the monitors showed the recovery, and the doctor reviewed the strip and said: we're going to continue monitoring closely. She said it with the measured relief of someone who did not perform relief but felt it. She said: if it drops again we move quickly. It did not drop again. The next two hours were the most focused two hours of Kristine's life. Not because she was afraid — she had moved through the fear and out the other side into something that was not calm but was not panic either, something useful and present that understood what was required and provided it. She had George's hand and she had Cheryl and she had the specific knowledge that the doctors in this room knew what they were doing and were doing it. At six forty-four the doctor said: one more. At six forty-seven, Thomas Crawford arrived. She did not hear him immediately. There was a moment — brief, specific, the kind that becomes pe
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Kristine pushed through the glass doors of Caldwell Technologies, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was early. Good. Maybe she could bury herself in work before anyone noticed she looked like she hadn't slept in days."Kristine!"Or not.Nathan Caldwell was walking toward her from th
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"Come on. Let's get out of here."Nathan's hand was still on Kristine's shoulder, guiding her away from George and down the hallway. She didn't resist. She needed to get away from George, away from this building, away from everything."Where are we going?" she asked as they stepped into the elevato
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Kristine's phone rang at seven in the morning. She groaned and grabbed it off her nightstand without looking at the screen."Hello?""KRISTINE! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"She bolted upright. "Miranda? What's wrong?""What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? I just got an email from Professor George sayin
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George had been different for three days. Quiet. Distracted. He'd pick up his phone, stare at it, then set it down without calling anyone.Kristine noticed. "You okay?""Yeah. Fine.""You don't seem fine.""Just stressed about work.""Want to talk about it?""Not really."That was the pattern. Ever
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