Now that arrogance stood naked in the ultrasound room.
Dr. Salinas repeated, colder this time.
“Were you medically cleared?”
Diego looked away.
Paula whispered, “Diego?”
He snapped, “Be quiet.”
The doctor’s face hardened.
“Do not speak that way in my examination room.”
For some reason, that almost made me cry again.
A stranger had defended me with more dignity than my husband had given me in weeks.
Diego dragged both hands through his hair.
“This doesn’t prove the baby is mine.”
The words came out weaker this time.
Dr. Salinas looked at him as if he had disappointed her professionally and morally.
“No ultrasound can prove paternity. But it can prove that your accusation based solely on the timing of your vasectomy was medically ignorant.”
Paula flinched.
I sat up slowly, wiping the gel from my belly with shaking hands.
For the first time since Diego had placed his coffee cup down and looked at me like garbage, I felt my spine straighten.
I looked at him.
“You left me for her before asking one doctor one question.”
Diego opened his mouth.
