But as the seconds ticked by, the doctor’s expression shifted. His brow furrowed. He moved the transducer again, his eyes darting between the screen and the intake forms.
“Doctor?” David asked, his voice tensed with a sudden, unformed fear. “Is my boy healthy? Look at those shoulders—he’s a fighter, isn’t he?”
Dr. Aris didn’t answer. He clicked a button on the console, zooming in on the crown-rump length. He looked at Allison, then at David, his face becoming a mask of professional neutrality.
“We have a discrepancy,” the doctor said quietly.
“A discrepancy? What does that mean?” David barked.
