My Mother Hid My Ex-Wife’s Pregnancy. My Fiancée Forged the Payoff. I Didn’t Find Out for Five Years

Then I laid both copies flat on a table, side by side, under the lamp.

Same clinic letterhead.

Same date.

Same patient file number.

Identical — except that my mother’s copy carried several extra typed paragraphs at the bottom, paragraphs that were not on Samantha’s, paragraphs that assigned the whole of our infertility, in flat clinical language, to my wife.

The next morning I carried both pages to the Chief of Medicine at the university clinic and asked her to tell me which was real.