Two months after divorcing my wife, I found her sitting alone in a hospital hallway wearing a patient gown

embryo in storage.”

My entire body went still.

Sophie began to cry.

But Dr. Keller wasn’t finished.

“There’s more,” he said.

I gripped the edge of the chair.

“What more?”

He looked from Sophie to me, and his voice lowered.

“The consent paperwork lists both intended parents.”

He paused.

“And according to the clinic’s records, a transfer was requested six weeks ago.”

Sophie froze.

I stared at him.

“Requested by who?” I asked.

Dr. Keller’s face tightened.

“That’s what we need to find out.”