Chapter 2 - THE MOTHER’S CONFESSION
The sterile light of the exam room hummed softly overhead as the Mother gripped the edge of the metal counter.
She looked down at her twelve-year-old daughter, whose pale face was twisted in silent, agonizing pain.
"I should have brought her days ago," the Mother whispered, her voice trembling with a suffocating wave of guilt.
The Doctor, standing tall with the American flag pin gleaming on his lapel, kept his gaze locked on her face.
"Your husband forbade you from seeking medical help," the Doctor stated, not as a question, but as an undeniable fact.
"He said she was just seeking attention, that teenagers always exaggerate minor stomach aches," the Mother sobbed quietly.
"Attention does not cause a resting heart rate of one hundred and forty beats per minute," the Doctor replied coldly.
He gestured to the ultrasound monitor, where the strange, abnormal shadow pulsed with an eerie, rhythmic life of its own.
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"This is not a regular medical anomaly, and you know it," the Doctor added, his voice cutting through the panic.
The Mother shrank back against the wall, realizing the terrible darkness she had blindly lived with for years.
