I picked it up and looked at the document inside: a necrospermia diagnosis report bearing Dennis Sanchez's name. I smiled without making a sound.
This was the medical examination report from our premarital checkup ten years ago.
The day I received it, my heart was a tangled mess. I had no idea how to tell Dennis.
A man as proud as him. How could he possibly accept that his body had failed him?
And his competitors. How would they use something like this to tear him down?
But the doctor had told me a secret. My body was unique. I could activate Dennis's otherwise inert cells, making conception possible.
"Ms. Pruitt, Mr. Sanchez is truly fortunate to have married you. In all my years of practice, you're the only person I've ever encountered with a condition like yours..."
I had planned to bury this secret in my heart forever, to never let Dennis find out.
I never imagined that one day, I would be the one to expose it to the world with my own hands.
I pulled the last of my loose change from my pocket, printed over a dozen copies of the report, and handed them to a courier.