The room went completely still.

Diego blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“That’s… six months,” he said slowly.

“Yes.”

His brain scrambled to keep up.

“No, that’s not possible,” he said quickly. “She told me—”

“She told you it was fourteen weeks,” the doctor finished.

Allison’s breath hitched.

Diego turned to her slowly.

“Is that true?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t look at him.

Didn’t move.

And that silence…

That silence said everything.

“No,” he whispered.

The doctor continued, her voice clinical now.

“There’s more.”

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