Diego stepped closer, though his face still carried that smug confidence of a man who believed medicine and cruelty were standing on his side.
“Yes,” he said. “So?”
Dr. Salinas pointed to the screen.
“This pregnancy is not as recent as you think.”
My breath caught.
Diego frowned.
“What does that mean?”
The doctor clicked a few buttons and enlarged the image.
“It means the gestational development does not match conception after your vasectomy.”
The room went silent.
Even the machine seemed louder now.
The heartbeat filled the air.
Fast.
Strong.
Alive.
Diego’s eyes narrowed.
“Say that clearly.”
Dr. Salinas turned toward him fully.
“Based on the ultrasound, your wife appears to have conceived before your vasectomy.”
For one impossible second, nobody moved.
The words entered the room and settled there like a judge taking a seat.
Before.
