At the time I thought my husband was raving for his illness.
However, I kept the box in the closet of our bedroom.
For twelve years I never opened it.
Until, six months ago, when my belly began to grow, I remembered his words.
That night I took out the box.
Inside was a letter and an old photograph.
In the photograph, Robert appeared next to a man I had never seen.
My hands started shaking when I read the front line of the letter.
“Margaret, if you’re reading this, means the day I was so afraid has come. There is something I have hidden from you throughout our marriage.”
He later explained that many years ago he had participated in a medical research program that he had never told me about.
