the door.

“Mrs. Carter,” she said softly, “the doctor needs you now.”

I walked into his office holding Daniel’s hand.

The doctor was staring at the scan on his screen.

Not confused.

Not curious.

Afraid.

Then he looked at me and said there was a foreign object inside my son’s abdomen.

For a second, the whole room went silent.

“What do you mean, an object?” I continue reading …