The whole hallway watched in silence.

Daniel’s voice broke. “Please… don’t open it.”

But she already had.

Her eyes moved across the page…

and then the sound that came out of her wasn’t a scream.

It was worse.

It was the sound of a heart breaking.

She looked up at him with tears pouring down her face.

“You knew?” she whispered.

Daniel couldn’t answer.

The woman in red collapsed against the wall, crying.

“The baby she’s carrying…” she said through sobs, “was supposed to be mine.”

Nobody moved.

The pregnant woman stared at her in confusion and horror.

Years of infertility.

Failed treatments.

One last embryo.

The woman in red pressed a hand to her mouth.

“He told me it was lost,” she whispered. “He told me my last chance was gone.”

The pregnant woman looked back down at the paper… then at Daniel.

“You stole someone else’s child…” she whispered.

Daniel fell to his knees.

“I was trying to save both of you,” he said.

But neither woman was listening anymore.

Because at the bottom of the report, under the test results, was one more line.

The pregnant woman read it once.

Then again.

And this time, she screamed.

The nurse rushed forward.

“What happened?”

With tears streaming down her face, the pregnant woman looked at the woman in red and whispered:

“This baby has your disease too…”