“Keep your eyes on the bottom edge,” Dr.

Vance said, tapping the glass lightly.

“There’s a third one tucked low near the pelvic wall.”

Caroline stared at the three distinct white pulses expanding and contracting in sequence on the dark glass.

“Three?” Caroline asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Three distinct gestational sacs,” Dr.

Vance said, wiping the blue gel from the wand with a paper napkin.

“You’re carrying triplets, Caroline.”