Alla, covering her face, followed Dr. Weston to the gynecology department. After the examination, they returned to the director's office to wait for the report. Casiano, anxious from Washington, kept calling nonstop, and Eileen, to make it simpler, put the phone on speaker.
Alla sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, her face buried in it, too embarrassed to even look up at Eileen. Thankfully, the nurse brought the report quickly. Eileen glanced at it, and the hopeful look in her eyes faded.
Seeing Eileen's expression, Alla understood the result; she had not conceived. A subtle sense of loss crept into her heart, reinforcing the fear that she might struggle to have children.
Dr. Weston tried to console her, "Alla, it might be too soon to tell. The timing of the medicine might need to be longer. Just wait, don't rush or lose hope..."
