Results bring mystery
The new tests confirmed the same result, cementing my infertility with an undeniable certainty. The medical evidence was clear, but it only deepened the mystery—how could she be pregnant? I left the clinic, a mix of confusion and urgency flooding my mind. If the science was unyielding, the answer had to lie elsewhere. My thoughts raced as I tried to piece together the puzzle, the pieces slipping through my fingers. With every passing moment, my options seemed to narrow, and the weight of the unanswered questions pressed heavier on me.
Results Bring Mystery
Private investigator card
As I stood in the kitchen, the worn edges of the private investigator’s card caught my attention again. Mark had slipped it to me discreetly, saying, “In case you need professional help.” The weight of those words hung in the air as I stared at the card in my hand, debating whether to take the next step. Hiring someone to dig into my personal life felt like a violation of trust, but with every passing moment, it seemed like the only option left. My finger hovered over the phone, uncertainty swirling in my mind, torn between the desire for the truth and the fear of what I might uncover.
Private Investigator Card
