“But the laboratory is one I choose, and no one releases the results without my consent.”

He nodded at once.

As Camille was gathering the papers, I remembered another document.

Three weeks earlier, Vance had slid a packet across our kitchen table and told me to sign it before the baby came.

He said it was a routine update to our household insurance.

I had been exhausted and distracted, and I had refused only because the pages were covered in small print.

When I asked to see them again, he said he’d misplaced the packet.