Lucas & Hannah — The Night I Learned What Love Could Not Protect
And for the first time in months, I left a room without trying to win the person inside it.
PART 17
The ultrasound image arrived in an ordinary envelope, delivered to Celeste’s office on a Thursday afternoon.
Hannah had written a note on the back: The appointment went well.
The baby’s measurements are appropriate for this stage.
We’re expecting a girl.
A girl.
I sat alone and looked at the profile on the gray printout.