“It proves quite a lot,” she replied.
His face tightened.
“My vasectomy was eight weeks ago.”
“Exactly.”
Silence.
I stopped breathing for a second.
Dr. Salinas pointed toward the screen.
“The estimated gestational age places conception before your vasectomy.”
Diego blinked.
Paula’s expression changed.
The smug smile vanished.
“That can’t be exact,” Diego said quickly.
“Ultrasound dating has a margin of error,” Dr. Salinas replied. “But not enough here to support the accusation you just made solely on the basis of a procedure performed two months ago.”
I stared at Diego.
All those nights.
All those accusations.
The social media post.
His mother calling me a disgrace.
The divorce papers.
And he hadn’t even bothered to count backward on a calendar.
But Dr. Salinas wasn’t finished.
She removed her gloves and sat beside the machine.
“There’s something else you need to understand about vasectomy.”
Diego’s face was already pale.
“After
