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.
His face turned white.
“Mom… do you recognize this man?”
“No.”
He sank to the floor and began crying.
“I DO.”
It turned out that the man in the photograph was the very same doctor Daniel had worked with years earlier.
