“Damn it’s cold in here,” she muttered, wringing her hands in an attempt to warm them as she paced the floor. The nurse gave a sympathetic glance. The door opened and Doctor Horner silently motioned her to follow him. God, she’d never been so scared; this couldn’t really be happening to her 24 year old husband. She’d had really good intuition all her life; she never felt like she deserved Andy, but this wasn’t how she pictured losing him. He was one of those ‘too good to be true,’ kind of guys. When he’d asked her to marry him, she’d almost passed out. Two years of wedded bliss and now this. Her stomach churned and she was afraid that she’d lose her tiny breakfast before she made it down the clinically scented hallway. Her stomach bottomed-out when she saw Andy’s ash white face as he perched on the edge of the exam table in the ill-fitting gown. “Have a seat,” Doctor Horner told her. She was so numb with fear that she just stood there staring at her husband.
