“No, that can’t be right. There must’ve been a mix-up. I want to speak to Dr. Wilson — the doctor who delivered my baby.” “One moment, please.” As the line clicked, James’s voice tore through the kitchen. “A mix-up? That’s your story? God, Emily, just stop lying!” “I’m not lying!” she cried, pressing the phone tighter against her ear.
“Don’t you dare look me in the eye and tell me that child is mine!” he screamed. “I’m telling you the truth!” she screamed back. “Then explain this!” he shouted, slamming his fist against the counter. The baby woke with a scream. Emily turned away, voice trembling. “Dr. Wilson? Please. Tell me this can happen. That tests can be wrong.”