The tech went still with the wand.

She stared at the monitor for a long while, her jaw clenched.

She pressed another key and froze the picture on the screen.

“Is it her appendix?” I asked.

The tech wiped the gel off Hannah’s skin with a paper towel.

“I need to go get the doctor,” she said.

She set the wand back in its holder and left the room, pulling the heavy door closed behind her.

I touched my gold wedding band and waited.