Hannah opened a folder and drew out an ultrasound image.

The paper had softened at its creases.

Two tiny shapes sat within a field of gray.

“I had learned I was pregnant a few days earlier,” she said.

“The first appointment showed two gestational sacs.

I carried this photograph in my purse because I thought that even if our marriage was ending, you deserved to know.”

I sank into the nearest chair.

“Twins?”