Vance called the house asking for an updated consultation.

The plane bumped lightly as we crossed over the Allegheny Mountains.

I turned to the second page of the ledger, where the dates of my three miscarriages were charted against Spencer’s treatment schedule.

The lab had flagged his sample as unsuitable for standard fertilization four months before our second procedure even started.

Rather than halting the treatments, Spencer had approved cash payments straight to the clinic’s off-site storage facility.

The money hadn’t come out of our joint checking account or his personal line of credit.