The doctor moved the transducer across her abdomen, examining each area. Everything seemed normal, until she noticed something unexpected: a gestational sac. Emily was pregnant, probably about twelve weeks along.
The girl’s breathing quickened. Allison lowered the transducer and sat beside her.
“Emily… I want you to know you’re safe here. I need you to tell me if you wanted this, if you’re okay with this pregnancy.”
The teenager burst into tears.
“I… I didn’t know. And I can’t say anything. He…” She covered her mouth with her hand. “I can’t.”
Allison’s heart raced. Her mind ran through all the child protection protocols. They had to act carefully, but quickly.
“Emily, look at me,” she said gently. “Whatever’s happening, I can help you. No one has the right to hurt you.”
The door burst open. Robert poked his head in, looking impatient.
“Are you finished?”
Allison sat up, hiding her concern behind a professional expression.
“I need to talk to you for a few minutes, Robert. Alone.”
Emily closed her eyes, as if the mere sound of her father’s voice was enough to shatter her completely.
The doctor understood that this was only the beginning… and that what she was about to discover could be far worse than she imagined.
The doctor led Robert to a small adjoining room, away from the examination table where Emily was trying to stifle her sobs. She closed the door carefully, without rushing. Her tone was firm, but measured.
“I found something on the ultrasound,” she began. “Emily is pregnant.”
For a moment, Robert showed no reaction whatsoever. No surprise, no worry, no anger. Just a slow blink.
“I see,” he replied, too calmly.
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