“The hospital records are certified by the insurance company,” Arthur said.

“She has never given birth to a child.”

I thanked him quietly and ended the call.

I walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the cold tap.

I watched the clear water hit the stainless steel drain, then turned it off again.

I wondered whose child Rebecca was raising, if she hadn’t been pregnant eleven years ago.

I looked up at the glass over the kitchen sink.

I stared at my own reflection in the dark window.