Dr. Swanson.” “Nice to meet you,” I answer blandly.I square my shoulders, bracing for the truth: “So I’m guessing I’m sick again, huh?”Alex swallows hard; I think I see tears in his eyes. Dr. Swanson gets a mischievous smirk.“We thought so, at first.Your blood work says otherwise, though.”He opens the thin folder in his hands, but doesn’t look at it; instead, he looks from me to Alex, then back at me.“Congratulations, Miss St. James—you’re pregnant.” ~~~