“Most likely. It is also pressing near the pathways involved in peripheral vision.”
Sophie touched the side of her head.
“But what does that have to do with the pregnancy test?”
Dr. Shah pulled her chair closer.
“A pregnancy test does not actually look for a baby. It looks for a hormone called hCG.”
“The hormone in my blood?”
“Yes. Pregnancy is the most common reason for that hormone to appear. But some germ cell tumors can produce it too.”
No one spoke.
The truth was too large to enter the room all at once.
“There was never a baby?” Sophie asked.
“No,” Dr. Shah said. “You are not pregnant.”
Sophie’s entire body relaxed. Then she studied the image on the monitor.
“So that thing tricked the test?”
“That is one way to describe it.”
Eric lowered himself into a chair.
He stared at Daniel for several seconds.
“I thought—”
“I know what you thought,” Daniel said.
“I was trying to protect her.”
“You accused me before you even asked her.”
“I heard the word pregnant. She’s ten. What was I supposed to think?”
“You were supposed to believe your daughter when she told you the truth.”
Eric looked toward Sophie, but she turned her face into my shoulder.
Dr. Shah explained that Sophie would be admitted that night. More blood tests and scans would help identify the tumor. A neurosurgeon and an oncology team were already reviewing her case.
“Can you remove it?” I asked.
“Treatment depends on the exact diagnosis. Many germ cell tumors respond well to therapy, but we need to move quickly.”
The phrase respond well was meant to comfort me.
The words move quickly erased that comfort.
A nurse entered to place an identification band on Sophie’s wrist. Only hours earlier, hospital staff had treated her room like the scene of a hidden crime.
Now we understood that something truly had been hurting her.
It was not Daniel.
It was not an unborn baby.
It was growing inside her head.
Sophie looked at the adults gathered around her bed.
“Does this mean Daniel can come home?”
Eric closed his eyes.
Dr. Shah answered gently.
“It means the pregnancy test did not prove that anyone hurt you.”
Daniel took Sophie’s hand.
She held on tightly.
I stared at the glowing image of the tumor and understood the terrible bargain we had been given.
The test that nearly destroyed our family might also have saved my daughter’s life.
Chapter Five
The Damage Done Before the Diagnosis
Sophie was admitted to the pediatric oncology floor shortly after midnight.
By morning, the story had escaped the hospital.
