He looked past me at the nursery door. “You’re really going through with this act?”
“I’m pregnant, Michael. The doctor saw two heartbeats.”
For the first time, his expression changed. “Two?”
“Yes. Twins.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked frightened, but I could not tell whether he feared being wrong or feared being responsible.
“Jessica says—” he began.
“I don’t care what Jessica says about my medical care.”
He stepped toward the nursery. I asked him to leave. When he hesitated, I said Leah was listening and I would call for help if necessary. He backed away, furious, and slammed the door.
Leah arrived fifteen minutes later. We documented the incident and discussed it with Camille. The next day a locksmith changed the locks after Camille confirmed the appropriate steps for our situation. For the first time in weeks, I slept without a chair against the door.
