There was a telephone number at the bottom.
I called it.
The man who answered fell silent when he heard my name.
Then he asked:
“Are you Robert’s wife?”
“Yes.”
“Mrs. Margaret… I’ve been expecting your call.”
The following day, he came to my house.
He was a man of about seventy.
The moment he saw my enormous belly, he dropped into a chair.
“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.
