Living Only for Each Other
Language: en
Tidying my son's room, I stumbled upon his blood donor card. The box for blood type was clearly marked: B. But my husband and I are both type O. How could we have a type B child? I took the card to my husband, Victor. My usually composed, gentle husband flew into a rage. "Our son is in college, Amelia! What more do you want? You're always so suspicious. Are you having some kind of breakdown?" I insisted on a paternity test. He struck me twice, hard across the face, then stormed out, locking the door from the outside. Hearing the deadbolt turn, a strange laugh escaped my lips. Eighteen…