Grey's POV
I walked out of the doctor's office with the envelope squeezed so tightly in my hand that I could feel the paper bending. The hallway felt too bright, too white, and too silent for the thoughts screaming in my head, every step echoed like I was walking toward something irreversible. The test result was light, just a thin sheet of paper, but it felt like a stone dragging my hand down. This was the moment, the result I had insisted on, the one thing I believed would bring clarity, it did, but not the kind I had prepared myself for.
All the possible reactions began crashing into each other in my mind, how would I tell my parents? The board? The press? The public who already believed we were expecting an heir?
