CHAPTER 1
The air in the hospital room is stale and frigid. Sixteen-year old Dale Hunt sits hunched over in a chair, staring at the small monitor.
Tasha Bowman lays on the bed. She flinches when the doctor rubs cold gel onto her plump and exposed belly.
As the ultrasound begins, Dale watches the shifting black and white image of his daughter. For a moment, the young black man is filled with pride. Then, as his thoughts bring him back to reality, he frowns.
The air in the hospital room is stale and frigid. Sixteen-year old Dale Hunt sits hunched over in a chair, staring at the small monitor.
Tasha Bowman lays on the bed. She flinches when the doctor rubs cold gel onto her plump and exposed belly.
As the ultrasound begins, Dale watches the shifting black and white image of his daughter. For a moment, the young black man is filled with pride. Then, as his thoughts bring him back to reality, he frowns.
DOCTOR
Feeling good today?
TASHA
About the same.
DOCTOR
And your contractions?
TASHA
About the same.
Silence permeates the room. The examination takes about 15 minutes to complete. Normally, the doctor chats with her patients. Small talk always helps the time go by.
However, the doctor had learned the hard way that this particular couple wasn't into sharing.
However, the doctor had learned the hard way that this particular couple wasn't into sharing.
DOCTOR
Very good. We should have you out of here in a minute. Just have to get a few documents in order. I’ll be right back.
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