“Diego,” Dr. Salinas said, her voice remaining perfectly even, her thumb pressing a single red button on the keyboard.
*PRINT.*
The thermal printer beneath the desk purred, spitting out an eight-inch photographic strip of the fetal scan with the time-stamped metadata permanently burned into the margin.
“I have not finished showing you the screen,” Dr. Salinas said.
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Dr. Salinas adjusted the color Doppler flow on the machine.
Instantly, the gray-and-white image of the womb was illuminated by pulsing ribbons of bright red and deep indigo, tracing the arterial blood flow through the umbilical cord and the uterine walls.
“Look at the lower left quadrant of the endometrium, Mr. Diego,” Dr. Salinas instructed, pointing the plastic tip of her pen toward a distinct, dark, crescent-shaped shadow resting two centimeters beneath the primary gestational sac.
Diego stared. His breath was coming in short, ragged puffs that fogged the glass of his wristwatch. “What is that? A cyst? An infection from her cheating?”
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