There was complete silence as she entered the pastel-painted room. She was aware of two pairs of eyes following her as she sat in the upright chair angled towards the sofa where they sat, hands entwined. This was a place where hopes were realised and dreams fell into the dust.
‘Hello Mark and Louisa, thanks for coming today. I’ve had the results of all your tests.’
Their eyes were fixed on her, their mute hope tangible. It was hard but necessary to meet their collective gaze.
‘I’m so sorry.’
‘I’m afraid you will never have children of your own.’