MAYA POV The clinic didn't look like a doctor’s office. It looked like a five-star hotel, tucked away on a private floor of a building that didn't have a sign on the door. Marcus had been waiting at the curb at exactly eight o’clock, silent and professional as he drove me through the morning fog. I sat on the edge of the plush exam table, the paper covering crinkling under me. A woman in a sharp white coat, Dr. Aris, was looking at a monitor with a focused expression. The room was quiet, except for the rhythmic, low hum of the ultrasound machine. "Alright, Maya," Dr. Aris said, her voice soft. "Let’s take a look." I stared at the screen. At first, it was just grey static and blurred shapes. Then, she moved the wand, and things began to clear. "There," she pointed. "That’s one." I felt a lump form in my throat. It was real. A tiny, flickering pulse. "And..." The doctor paused, her eyebrows knitting together as she adjusted the settings. She moved the wand slightly to the left. "
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