Dr. Patel was exactly the kind of doctor Sienna needed in this moment: calm, professional, utterly unflappable. The kind who'd seen everything and wasn't easily rattled by complicated situations.
Sienna sat on the exam table in a paper gown that crinkled every time she moved, hands folded in her lap in a death grip, trying to look like a person who had her life together and not someone who'd spent the last three days in a quiet panic spiral that threatened to consume her entirely.
"The urine test confirms it," Dr. Patel said, looking at her chart with the same neutral expression she probably used for every patient. "You're definitely pregnant. Based on your last menstrual period, I'd estimate you're about six weeks along. We can do an ultrasound today to get a more accurate gestational age."
Six weeks.
