Her eyes were wide now.
“No,” I said before I even knew I was going to speak. “She’s fifteen. She stays with me unless there is a medical reason she can’t.”
He studied my face for one second, then nodded.
“All right.”
He turned the scan toward me.
I could not understand the image, not really.
But I saw the dark shape.
I saw the outline that did not belong in my child’s body.
The sound that came out of me was not a word.
Maya started crying then.
Not loud.
Just tears slipping down her face while she tried to breathe through the pain.
Dr. Lawson explained carefully that they needed more imaging and immediate lab review.
He did not give us a dramatic label.
He did not guess.
He said they had to determine exactly what they were dealing with.
He said the next steps mattered.
