The doctor wore an emotionless mask. My breath caught in my throat and my mouth went dry. The growing tension suffocated me. He stared straight into my eyes and I knew. I knew he would say the words I dreaded.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson.”
My throat tightened and I felt the burning in my eyes. All I could do was shake my head.
“There were complications and the operation was not a success.”
I blinked rapidly. “I don’t understand. The operation…”
The doctor rechecked his notes and chuckled.
“Whoops! Wrong person. Mrs. Johnson, I’m sorry but your husband has Chlamydia.”