“The results show…”
Before the sentence finishes, a loud crash from the other room interrupts.
The baby, awake and crying, demands my attention.
I’m torn, the need to hear the results clashing with the immediate need to comfort my child.
“Can you hold on?” I ask, already moving towards the nursery.
They agree, and I rush to the baby’s side, picking him up and soothing him as best I can.
The phone pressed between my shoulder and ear, I try to focus on the voice, on the words I need to hear.
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