Dr. Johnson's office was a blend of clinical sterility and a few personal touches—a family photo on the desk, and a potted plant by the window. Angela sat on the examination table, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her dress. Timothy stood by the window, staring out, lost in his thoughts.

Dr. Johnson entered the room, a warm smile on her face. "Congratulations, Angela," she said, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "You're pregnant."

Angela's eyes widened in feigned surprise, but inside, she felt a rush of joy. She had always wanted this, a child with Timothy, and now it was finally happening.

"That's wonderful news, Doctor," she said,...