Living Only for Each Other

Summary

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.