“There’s got to be a mistake,” Eve repeated the phrase as she continued to stare at the monitor, showing the ultrasound results.

“No, Miss Summers. I can confirm that you are pregnant.” Then the doctor moved the cursor and pointed to a small sphere inside Eve’s womb. “This is your fetus. You are now three months along in your pregnancy.”

“B-but—“ Eve swallowed, stammering. “But I don’t plan to... have children at this time.”

The doctor smiled and dropped a compassionate gaze on her. “That was your plan, but it seems God has another plan for you.”

“Is there—nothing that can be done?”

A frown of disapproval appeared on the...