Getting Lucky
She looked a little bit like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, with hair so thin you could see most of her scalp, but there was a whole wall of awards in her office speaking to her ability.
Ember smiled up at her, squeezing my hand tightly. Her eyes were glued to the screen beside her though, as were mine. It was hard to believe the black and white smudges we saw was an actual baby growing in Ember, but now and then, we could make out a hand or a foot or something that drove the point home.
The doctor moved the wand higher, squeezing out some more gel from a clear bottle onto Ember’s stomach. “See that? That’s the nose.” She adjusted the wand again. “That’s the forehead and the ear.”