Hannah
The doctor put away his stethoscope with a sigh, his brow furrowed as he turned to face us. The sound of the metal instrument clinking against his desk seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, echoing off of the sterile white walls.
“You may need to undergo amniocentesis,” he said, his voice grave.
I felt Noah stiffen beside me, his hand tightening around mine. We exchanged worried looks, the fear in his green eyes mirroring my own. The leather of the examination table crinkled beneath me as I shifted uncomfortably.
“Why?” I asked, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “What’s wrong?”
“Your latest blood panel has come back with some concerning red flags,” the doctor explained as he flipped through the clipboard containing my medical information. “There’s a possi
