The Perfect Wife Walked Away
It was a blood hCG test report, bearing the hospital’s letterhead, the test date, the sample number, and a row of numbers I could recognize but couldn’t interpret on my own.
“The blood hCG level is 4,872,” Morrison said, pushing his glasses up. “Combined with the date of the last menstrual period she reported, it roughly falls within the range typical for five to six weeks of pregnancy. “The progesterone levels are also normal. Based on this report, the pregnancy is confirmed.”
I looked at the report.
I recognized the name of the hospital — a public facility in East City. It wasn’t large, but it wasn’t a fly-by-night operation either. The report bore the official seal of the laboratory depar