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It was a bright April morning when Emily and Daniel walked into St. Helena Hospital for their routine prenatal checkup. The air outside smelled of rain and spring — but inside, Emily’s heart was pounding with nerves.
“Let’s take a look at our little one,” he said cheerfully, adjusting the ultrasound probe.
The soft hum of the machine filled the room. Daniel squeezed Emily’s hand, both of them smiling as the grainy shapes appeared on the monitor.
He frowned, leaned in closer, and adjusted the controls. His hands began to tremble slightly. “That’s strange,” he muttered under his breath.
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