“I didn’t want this to happen, I just thought I was protecting my son!” she cried, collapsing onto the linoleum floor.
Victor stood over her, his shadow stretching large.
“Protecting me from what?” he asked, his voice deathly cold.
Maris pulled a yellowed folded envelope from her purse.
“I had proof, Victor, that the girl wasn’t yours,” she claimed, waving the paper.
Catherine struggled to stand, her face burning with righteous anger.
“That is a complete lie, and I have never once been unfaithful to him!”
Victor looked at his wife, truly looked at her, and saw the truth he had been too arrogant to see for years.
“I believe you,” he said, then turned to the doctor.
Dr. Harvey Reed snatched the paper and studied it for a long moment.
“This document has no medical signature or authentication, and it is an obvious forgery,” he announced, handing it back with disgust.
