Bright lights flared through the car windshield and into the back seat where Vanessa sat, smartphone held to her ear, tears in her eyes. On the other end of the phone, a man spoke to her as she traced the delicate leather work in the back seat of her Mercedes absentmindedly.
“Are you sure Doctor?” Vanessa asked, her eyes flicking up to her driver, Arnie, where she saw the white plastic of his headphones in his ears.
“Yes, Vanessa. You’re pregnant. Just a few weeks along.”
“Thank you. I’ll make an appointment with your office first thing tomorrow. Goodnight.”
The doctor sighed into the phone, “Goodnight Vanessa.”
Vanessa pulled the phone from her ear and hung up. She drew her attention to the...
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