THE SHADOW RETURNS
The seventh month brought a fatigue that felt different from pregnancy.
It wasn’t just the weight of four babies. It was a cold, familiar ache in her bones.
Kayla sat in the exam room, the scent of antiseptic stinging her nose.
The doctor walked in. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even looking at his clipboard.
“Kayla, we ran the blood tests,” he started, his voice cracking.
He looked up, and Sarah saw the truth in his eyes before he even spoke.
“The cancer is back. And it’s aggressive.”
Kayla felt the air leave her lungs. Her hands flew to her stomach.
No. Not now. Not them.
“We need to start treatment immediately,” the oncologist urged. “If we don’t, you won’t survive the month.”
But there was a catch. A terrifying, heart-stopping catch.
The treatment would likely end the pregnancy.
