The Whispering Fetus
Then, she looked at the tragically pale Michael, who had an oddly determined gaze.
"Sir, I understand, but a paternity test…"
"I insist!" Michael interrupted her, his voice up an octave due to agitation.
"I want it now."
I lay in bed, too weak to sit up. Tears fell as I asked, "Michael, is this what you think of me? What on earth did I do wrong to make you think that I was ever unfaithful?"
When Michael saw my tears, he panicked a little.
"Wendy, I'm not doubting you. I just…"