Why did nothing ever take, not once, in four years? The story I’d been given explained my despair beautifully.
It explained the biology not at all.
One ordinary morning, over bad coffee, with no drama and no epiphany, I decided to request my own complete medical file.
Not the copies Weston had always managed.
The originals.
From the clinic’s own archive.
I told myself it was only to put the question to rest.
It did the opposite.
Chapter 7 — The Missing Pages
The file the clinic sent me was thicker than any version I’d ever seen.