*Ainslee*

Jerim looks at me. “Is something the matter, Ainslee?” he asks.

“Can you tell me if I’m pregnant?” I reply, watching Annamarie’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Pregnant? I…. Yes, I can check,” he says, also looking shocked.

“And if I am,” I continue as he snaps open his bag, “can you tell me if the pain I’ve been in recently has hurt the baby?”

He freezes, and my heart falters. I can tell the news is not good. “If you are pregnant, Ainslee, it will be impossible for me to know if the baby has been affected until you give birth. I am hopeful that if you are...