Kayla gripped Charles’s hand so hard her knuckles turned white.
They had already fought one war. Kayla had beaten Hodgkin’s Lymphoma just months after their wedding.
They thought the nightmare was over. Then came the news that felt like a gift from God.
“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said.
But as the ultrasound wand moved over Kayla’s belly, the room went silent.
The technician’s eyes widened. She began to count.
One. Two. Three.
“There’s a fourth one,” she whispered.
Kayla gasped. Quadruplets. After chemotherapy, this was statistically impossible.
It was a miracle that would make headlines. But miracles often come with a heavy price.
Four hearts beating inside me, Kayla thought. Please, let them be safe.
Everything seemed perfect. Until the seventh month began.