— Who made the diagnosis?
— The professor in a good clinic.
— I have doubts, Vika— he pulls off his gloves and turns off the ultrasound monitor.
— Don’t, Zakhar. I’ve had enough of empty hope.
Not long ago I came to terms with the idea that I won’t have children. Never. Without terrible heart pounding, I learned to walk past playgrounds and look at moms with strollers. My husband left, and my career almost collapsed.
But my childhood friend—a top-notch doctor and just an amazing man—arrogantly insists that he can give me a child. And it looks like he intends to keep his promise. Any way possible.