Before I could react, Preston raised a single trembling hand and silenced the room.

His eyes were wide and fixed on my face.

“That’s impossible,” he choked out, a tear forming at the corner of his eye. “It’s a lie. You lost the baby. The hospital sent the records. I saw the miscarriage report, Hannah.

I saw it with my own eyes.”

The silence after that felt heavier than the air itself.

Miscarriage report.