The ultrasound room at Brooklyn Methodist Hospital smelled of antiseptic and hope, its dim lights casting soft shadows on the pale blue walls. I had been lying on the exam table, my black sweater hiked up, my jeans unbuttoned, the gel cold and slick on my belly, two months pregnant with Ethan’s kid.The machine hummed, its screen flickering, a grainy window to the life inside me. William Carson, my father—fuck, still weird to say—had stood beside me, his rumpled suit brushing the table the smile in his eyes soft but nervous. His hand had rested on my shoulder, warm, steady, a lifeline after the chaos of Veronica’s lies and Ethan’s arrest.I had been a mess, my eyes puffy from crying, my bun messy I was barely holding it together. The sonogram, my first, had been a step toward accepting this baby—Allison, maybe—and the heartbeat I’d hear would make it real.I think we will stick with Allison.The technician, a woman with a kind smile and a name tag reading “Clara,” had moved the wan
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