The doctor’s presence was a balm to Isabelle’s frayed nerves. She allowed herself to be guided away, Daniel’s hand still firmly in hers, a lifeline through the chaos. As they moved past the front desk, Brenda avoided their gaze, her earlier smugness replaced by an awkward regret.

In the examination room, Dr. Monroe quickly assessed Isabelle’s condition. After a thorough check-up, he reassured them, “The cramps are concerning, but the baby’s heartbeat is strong. We’ll monitor you closely, but I’m optimistic.”

Isabelle let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Relief washed over her, mingling with gratitude. Daniel squeezed her hand, his eyes conveying what words couldn’t.