Something about Manuel Constantino's words left a mark on Lindsay.
"Mourn no more"
Lindsay recalled all those days at Sunday school. She recalled how Christ would simply say the word and the leper, the deaf-mute, the blind and the cripple would be healed.
She looked at the envelope on her desk. It was from her doctor. They were marked "test results". The stamp on the letter was dated five days ago yet the envelope was sealed. She had not opened the envelope since it arrived.
A crazy thought entered her head.
She frantically opened the envelope and read the results. Despite her biology background all those years learning forensic science, she couldn't make sense of the report. She dials her phone.
"Doctor Mason, it's Lindsay Monroe" Lindsay said.
"Lindsay, I was wondering when you'd call." A woman answers on the other line "So when are you coming over to talk about the results?"
"I um" Lindsay said, not knowing what to say "I was wondering we can just talk it out on the phone. If you don't mind."
"I'd like to run some more tests before I give a diagnosis, Lindsay" Dr. Mason said "Those results are inconclusive at best. I wouldn't want you to think there's nothing more we can do"
"Just…" Lindsay said, impatient "Just tell me what they mean"
The woman on the other line takes a deep sigh. "Alright. But these are all preliminary results, Lindsay. I can prescribe hormones…."
"Helen" Lindsay said, her voice about to break.
"Awww, Linds" Dr. Mason said --- her voice sounding more like Helen the friend than Dr. Helen Mason, the obstetrician. "You still can't have a baby".