My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

At four thirty, a nurse called her name.

We followed a long, brightly lit hallway to the imaging department.

The ultrasound tech was a young woman with a tight ponytail and a green scrub top.

She told Hannah to lie back on the padded exam table and pull up her hoodie.

“This gel’s going to feel a little cold,” the tech said.

Hannah nodded and tucked her hands back into her fleece sleeves.

The tech squeezed a thick ribbon of clear gel onto Hannah’s right side.