Daniella froze.
Her fingers trembled. The delicate onesie slipped from her grasp and fell silently to the carpeted floor with a soft, barely audible thud. Her hands moved instinctively to her abdomen, pressing protectively over the small, still-subtle curve as though she could shield the life inside from the very words he had spoken.
"There's no way…" she whispered, her voice tightening with sudden panic. "That's not possible."
Her breathing grew uneven, shallow. She shook her head more firmly, as if the motion alone could banish the idea. "It can't be more than one."
She couldn't carry more than one.
Her body had barely survived the first scare. The memory of that terrifying moment, beeping machines, cold gel on her skin, the doctor's grave voice, flashed through her mind like icy water, sending a ripple of fear straight through her chest.
