An Impossible Beginning
The ultrasound screen glowed faintly in the dim examination room. Dr. Evan Laam leaned closer, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat. What he saw made him stammer, “This… this isn’t possible.”
Sitting on the table was Margaret Langston, eighty-five years old, her hands trembling as she clutched her hospital gown. Wrinkles lined her face, silver hair pinned neatly in a bun, but her eyes carried both fear and a strange kind of hope.
Next to her stood Daniel, a twenty-five-year-old man shifting nervously from one foot to another. He wasn’t her grandson. He wasn’t her caretaker. He called himself her partner.
Whispers in Pine Hollow
