For Eight Years I Carried the Blame for Our Childlessness. My Mother-in-Law Went Pale When She Realized He Still Didn’t Know the Truth Was His

She has simply decided that the next thing she does will speak for her, and that it will be undeniable, and that until then, there is no longer any reason to make a sound.

Chapter 18 — The Eleanor Grant Center

A year later, I stood in the courtyard of a new building on the Northstar campus, and watched a cloth fall away from a sign.

THE ELEANOR GRANT CENTER FOR REPRODUCTIVE TRUTH AND CARE, it read, named for my grandmother — the woman whose trust had made me untouchable, and who had taught me, when I was small, that the truth was the one possession no one could take from you or spend on your behalf.

The clinic I built there was, I think, the truest answer I could have given to the eight years that came before it.

It offered independent fertility testing — real testing, honest testing, delivered directly to the woman it concerned and to no one else.