Alice

As the night wore on, I paced around my room, tears brimming in my eyes. The doctor's words echoed in my mind: "Mrs. Alice Brown, I'm afraid your baby's growth is restricted. The ultrasound shows the baby's not developing at a normal rate. We need to run more tests to determine the cause and the best course of action."

Before I knew it, I burst into tears again. Wendy entered my room, concern etched on her face, and tried to comfort me. "Everything will be fine, Alice," she said. "Please stop crying already."

I glared at her, frustration and fear simmering inside me. "You've said that for the umpteenth...