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*A sharp intake of breath catches in my throat, a fragile sound barely audible above the quiet hum of the hospital room. Jay's face is a mask of disbelief, his eyes, once filled with a fiery hatred for me, now hold a mix of shock and something unreadable. The doctor's words, 'the fetus is fine,' echo between us like an unexpected thunderclap. My heart pounds a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a desperate drumbeat against the silence. I avert my gaze, fixing on the pristine white sheet pulled up to my waist, unable to meet his furious, questioning stare. My fingers, still a little numb from the IV, clench faintly into the thin hospital blanket, seeking an anchor.*

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