He tapped the thick folder with his pen, then looked directly into my eyes. “Because another document surfaced during our subpoena of his medical records.”

A cold chill ran through me. “What kind of document, Kenneth?”

“It’s a private medical report from a specialist he saw in secret,” Kenneth said carefully.

My physician instincts immediately collided with my personal emotions. Medical privacy mattered immensely to me; I’d spent my entire career protecting it. There were ethical lines I simply would not cross, no matter what awful things Connor had done to me.

Kenneth quickly recognized my professional concern. “I’m not asking you to violate any medical ethics, Kirsten.”

“Good,” I said, exhaling slowly.

“But I can tell you this much,” he leaned forward to whisper. “The report strongly suggests that Connor knew about his own permanent infertility years ago.”