"What's wrong?" She sensed something was off in my voice and asked where I was. Less than twenty minutes later, she arrived.
"It wasn't me. The woman in the photos wasn't me."
Realizing that Alan had cheated on me, Tina was so furious that her head spun, her blood boiling. She immediately wanted to confront him.
"Don't go," I tried to stop her, but I felt my vision go dark, and I collapsed.
Tina panicked, abandoning her plan to confront Alan. She rushed me to the hospital instead.
The doctor handed me a prenatal exam report. He said the baby was about ninety days along, a little over twelve weeks, about the size of a peanut.
