“My God… Robert was right.”
I demanded an explanation.
He told me that years earlier, Robert had become interested in experimental medical studies because we had lost a child when we were young.
But Dr. Adams emphasized that Robert’s old documents did not explain what was happening to my body.
“You need a complete medical examination, Margaret. At your age, changes like these can have very serious causes.”
I asked him not to tell my children anything until we knew the truth.
But that day at the hospital, I could no longer remain silent.
When Daniel demanded to know who the father was, I answered quietly:
“If the doctors’ suspicions are confirmed, the answer may be connected to the secret your father left behind.”
“My father?! Mom, Dad died twelve years ago!”
I took the letter out of my purse.
Daniel read it.
Then his eyes suddenly stopped on the photograph.
