Gemotions

"So, you're saying I'm not pregnant?" Liam repeated, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. He'd been ecstatic, then terrified, then… this. The doctor, bless her, looked mortified. "It was a mix-up, Mr. Peterson," she stammered, flipping through the files again. "We are so incredibly sorry."

He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw something. He just stared at the ceiling, the sterile white a stark contrast to the colorful dreams he’d been building over the past week. His partner, Sarah, would be heartbroken. He felt a profound, heavy weight settle in his chest.

“Right,” he finally said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. “Well. That’s just… great.” He rose, a slow, deliberate movement. He didn't thank the doctor, didn't offer a farewell. He just walked out, the air feeling thick and heavy, as if he had to wade through treacle.