The doctor.
My entire body chilled.
“Dr. Bell,” I said.
Adrian’s gaze sharpened. “Your obstetrician?”
I nodded. “Victor chose him. He said he was the best. He handled all my early tests.”
Marianne began writing. “We’ll look into him.”
“No,” I said slowly. “There’s more.”
Memory returned in fragments.
A nurse calling me back for repeat bloodwork. Victor saying the lab lost the first sample. Dr. Bell smiling too widely when he told us the pregnancy was healthy. Victor asking whether the baby was a boy before the official results were supposed to be ready.
And one night, months ago, waking to find Victor in the nursery doorway, speaking quietly on the phone.
Yes, confirmed. A boy. That changes everything.
At the time, I thought he meant the nursery colors. The family name. His pride.
Now I was not sure.
“What changes everything?” I whispered.
Adrian’s face had gone pale.
