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in front of a window. Brightly colored
armchairs sit opposite a large leather
one, which I assume is the doctors.
“How have you been?”
"Great." I try to swallow the lump
in my throat as he closes the door behind
him.
“Morning sickness any better?”
“Oh, way better.” I nod.
"Please take a seat." He motions to
the chairs, and I take one of them.
