“Thank you, Doctor,” Brenda murmured, her shoulders sagging in relief. ‘Who’s baby is it?’ Dr. Lawson asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked towards Stacy. Brenda hesitated. “I don’t know… I found it today,” she admitted quietly. The doctor nodded gravely, making notes in his pad. “Then we need to act fast,” he said.
Brenda glanced at Stacey, who had barely moved. “Stacey,” she began cautiously, “I need you to tell me what’s going on.” Her voice cracked with frustration, but she softened it. Stacey only shook her head, tears streaming down her face, her silence louder than any answer she could have given.