She caught the shift in the doctor’s tone when he mumbled, “It’s just scar tissue…”, and the way he glanced quickly at the floor before moving on. It was the kind of dismissal that wasn’t casual at all. The kind that left her with more questions than answers. It clung to her thoughts long after he left.
Her husband brushed it off. “Bodies change, right? You just carried a baby for nine months.” But she wasn’t convinced. She knew what her body looked like before. She had studied it enough times in mirrors, in swimsuits, in photographs. This scar had not been there.