I stared at her.
“That’s impossible! Women my age don’t get pregnant!”
“Not naturally, no. And that’s exactly why we need to investigate this very carefully.”
At that moment, the door opened.
My son, Daniel, walked in.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
Before I could answer, the doctor spoke.
“Your mother’s examinations have shown some very unusual results. We’re investigating the possibility of pregnancy.”
Daniel laughed at first.
Then he noticed the serious expression on the doctor’s face.
“Wait a minute. My mother is EIGHTY YEARS OLD!”
He turned toward me.
“Mom, are you hiding something from us?”
I said nothing.
My son stepped closer.
“Mom, please. Tell me… WHO IS THE MAN?”
I closed my eyes.
Because there was something none of my children knew.
For twelve years, I had been keeping a secret connected to my late husband.
And that secret had begun just three days before he died.
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