Unable to bear the silence, she booked an appointment with a different physician. The new doctor examined her carefully, fingertips pressing along the scar. His brows furrowed. “This doesn’t look recent,” he said quietly. “I’d say it’s years old—long before your C-section.” Her stomach dropped at his words.
She blinked at him, searching for reassurance. “But I’ve never had surgery before. Never.” The doctor hesitated, glancing again at the scar as if it betrayed her own certainty. “It’s unmistakable,” he replied. “This is an incision scar. Someone operated on you.” The finality in his tone rattled her.