“Seventeen weeks and two days means conception occurred in the first week of November,” Dr. Salinas said, her voice dropping into an icy, surgical register. “Precisely two and a half months *before* the date you claim you underwent a vasectomy.”
Paula took half a step backward, her manicured hand slipping off Diego’s sleeve.
Diego’s face did not pale; it flushed an ugly, mottled crimson that spread upward from beneath his starch-stiffened shirt collar. He lunged toward the console, his fingers slamming against the plastic housing of the monitor:
“You’re lying! You’re falsifying this report because you’re her doctor! You women always protect each other! I paid for an independent surgical vasectomy at the St. Jude Men’s Health Clinic on January 15th! I have the surgical bill in my briefcase! She got pregnant by someone else and she’s trying to pin the timeline on me to keep the house!”
