Emily Parker's heart was pounding like a drum; the last time she felt such intense unease was the morning her mother had her accident.
"What's wrong?" Carlos noticed her discomfort.
"That technology conference..." Emily turned and grabbed Carlos's wrist. "I'm going with you."
Carlos chuckled lightly, his warm palm resting on her growing belly, "I don't want our child going on a business trip."
"But..."
"The R&D director is going with me," Carlos reassured her. "You should just rest well at the clinic, okay?"
Emily looked into her husband's resolute eyes and could only nod in the end.
Carlos drove her to the small clinic, which had been refurbished and reopened. Due to previous closures and reorganizations, the once bustling waiting area was now empty.
Emily put on a mask, hung the stethoscope around her neck, and began organizing the medicine cabinet. The sunlight streamed through the newly replaced glass window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
