Then at Allison.
Then at Diego.
And something in her expression made the entire room go still.
“I need to speak with the patient privately,” she repeated, this time firmer.
His mother frowned.
“Doctor, we’re family,” she said, almost offended. “We’re here to celebrate—”
“This isn’t a request,” the doctor cut in quietly.
That was the second crack.
The kind you couldn’t ignore.
Sophia’s smile disappeared first.
Then the aunt holding flowers slowly lowered them.
Diego hesitated.
For a brief second, his eyes flickered—not with concern, but with something sharper.
Fear.
Not for Allison.
Not for the baby.
For himself.
“Alright,” he said finally, forcing a calm tone. “We’ll step out.”
He leaned down and kissed Allison’s forehead.
“It’s probably nothing,” he whispered.
But his voice didn’t sound convincing.
Not even to him.
They all filed out slowly.
The door closed.
And the silence in the hallway was thick.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
