The ultrasound is shaking in my hands.

I recognize this fault. This way of writing "love" with "e" when I told him a thousand times that it was not written like that.

I recognize this writing which at first glance seems masculine but turns out to be feminine in some details.

I can't feel my legs anymore.

I sweat from my hands. I have never sweated on my hands in my entire life. I find it difficult to concentrate on what I should do, how I should react. I turn in the living room then tell myself that we have to get out of the house and get some air....