I typed back: "Can she still get pregnant?"
The answer came immediately: "Then you're all screwed. It transmits from mother to child. No cure. Ever."
I stared at the files filling my screen.
For a long moment, I couldn't speak. Couldn't decide if this was tragedy or justice.
One thing was clear: based on everything I'd seen that day, Ray and his family had no idea.
A gust of cold wind slashed across my face, and I shuddered—my mind snapping awake.
I threw open the car door and ran back to the Dickersons' house, pounding on the door like a madwoman.
It cracked open just a sliver. "What do you want?"
Rachel's face filled the gap.
I looked past her, my eyes locking onto Ray as he comforted Ruth, stroking her hair.
My voice rang out, sharp and clear: "Ray."
He glanced over, irritation flickering in his gaze—a look so cold it chilled me to the bone.
But the past was smoke. From this moment on, I would carry no more longing.
I swallowed every emotion and said the words I never thought I'd say: "Let's get a divorce."
