I didn’t give him the emotional access he wanted.
Our conversations remained practical.
Medical appointments.
Legal paperwork.
Financial matters.
Nothing more.
Meanwhile, Paula became increasingly frustrated.
One evening, she called me.
“I think you should stop trying to destroy Diego’s life.”
I was stunned.
“I’m not destroying anything.”
“You’re keeping him trapped.”
“He made his choices.”
“He loves me.”
I took a breath.
“Then why are you calling me?”
Silence.
Then she hung up.
A few days later, Diego told me something I never expected.
“Paula left.”
I didn’t celebrate.
I didn’t feel victorious.
I simply asked:
“Why?”
“She said she couldn’t deal with the uncertainty.”
I almost laughed.
Uncertainty.
That was what I had been living with while pregnant and alone.
But I said nothing.
The Results
The genetic test arrived on a Tuesday morning.
