Clara exhaled. The fog lifted. Outside, the sun broke through the clouds over the Maine River. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath for three days.
“I told you,” her mother said. “Angers has good doctors.” echographie mammaire angers
A radiographer named Fatima led her to a dimly lit room. The ultrasound machine hummed like a sleeping cat. On the wall, a small poster read: “Le dépistage sauve des vies” – Screening saves lives. Clara exhaled
The word suspicious wasn't a diagnosis. It was a fog. And Clara hated fog. Clara exhaled. The fog lifted. Outside