But the doctor turned the page and said words that made the ground disappear beneath me:

“None of the three boys is your husband’s biological child.”

My husband slowly turned toward me. His face turned pale, his fingers trembled.

“I knew it…” he whispered. “I felt it…”

“I don’t understand…” I could barely speak. “This can’t be. It’s impossible.”

Everything in my head blurred. The hospital hallway swayed in front of my eyes. I sat there just breathing, or I would have fainted. My husband looked at me as if I were garbage.