When the doctor finally called me in, I hesitated at the doorway for just a second
Just long enough to feel the weight of the moment
Just long enough to realize that whatever happened next, I wouldn’t be able to go back to not knowing
I stepped inside anyway
“Everything alright?” the doctor asked kindly, gesturing for me to sit
I nodded
“Yes,” I said
But even as I said it, I knew that wasn’t entirely true anymore
“I just… want to make sure everything is normal,” I added, choosing my words carefully, avoiding anything that would make me sound irrational
The doctor smiled reassuringly
“Of course,” he said. “Let’s take a look.”
As I lay back, staring at the ceiling, I felt that same quiet question settle into me again
Not loud
Not dramatic
Just there
What if the boy is right?
And if he is…
What am I going to do about it?
