Chapter 6: The Test That Never Happened
I couldn't move.
The report trembled between my fingers.
“My mother?””
Dr. Helen Morris nodded.
“She requested a private paternity investigation shortly after Rachel's death. She told us she had concerns about the circumstances surrounding Lily's birth.””
“Why would she do that?””
“I don't know. I wasn't involved in the investigation itself. I was responsible for the delivery.””
“Then why is your name on this file?””
“Because I filed an internal complaint when I discovered that the paternity report had been added to Rachel's medical records without my authorization.””
I looked at the document again.
The signature beneath the results appeared to belong to a laboratory director I'd never heard of.
“Who conducted the test?””
“A contractor named Westbridge Diagnostics. They no longer operate under that name.””
“Why?””
“Fraud allegations. They were investigated for altering results in several custody disputes.””
I felt my stomach turn.
“Was Lily ever tested?””
Dr. Morris hesitated.
“Not by that laboratory.””
“Then this report is fake.””
“The report is not a valid result. I can tell you that much. But I can't tell you Lily's biological relationship to you without proper testing.””
I pressed my palms against the cabinet.
For years, I'd believed Lily was my daughter because Rachel had told me she was. I'd never doubted it. I'd held her the night she was born, watched her take her first steps, and listened to her call me Daddy when she learned to speak.
No forged document could erase those memories.
But the question remained.
Why had my mother ordered a test?
And why had she kept the key to a cabinet containing evidence that could destroy our family?
“Dr. Morris,” I said, “did you ever see Rachel after the delivery?””
“Yes. Briefly.””
“Did she say anything about Vanessa?””
The doctor lowered her eyes.
“She was frightened.””
“Of what?””
“She told me someone had been asking questions about the baby. She said she didn't trust the people handling her records.””
“Did she name anyone?””
Dr. Morris hesitated.
Then she reached into her coat pocket and removed a folded piece of paper.
“I kept this because I thought it might become important.””
I unfolded it.
The note was written in Rachel's handwriting.
Helen, if I don't make it through tonight, please make sure Daniel knows the truth about the donor file. Vanessa has been asking questions about it. She believes it belongs to her.
I read the note twice.
“Donor file?””
Dr. Morris nodded.
“Rachel received fertility treatment before her pregnancy. She was concerned about the confidentiality of the records.””
“But she was pregnant naturally.””
“That's what I believed, too.””
The words hit me like a physical blow.
I looked up.
“Are you saying Lily might have been conceived through a donor?””
“I don't know. Rachel never discussed the details with me. I only know she was frightened that someone had accessed her records.””
My mind raced.
Rachel had once told me that her family had paid for fertility consultations years before we met. I'd assumed she'd been seeking treatment for a previous relationship. When she became pregnant with Lily, she'd laughed and said life had a strange sense of timing.
I had never asked more questions.
Now I wished I'd asked a thousand.
“Why would Vanessa care about a donor file?”” I asked.
Dr. Morris folded her arms.
“Because the records may have identified the biological father.””
I stared at her.
“Do you know who he was?””
“No. But if the original file still exists, it may answer your questions.””
I looked toward the cabinet.
“Where would it be?””
“Not here. Fertility records were stored separately. The archive was moved to a secure facility when the hospital changed contractors.””
“Can you help me access it?””
“I can submit a formal request. But if the records were sealed, it may require a court order.””
I felt frustration rising.
“Every answer leads to another locked door.””
Dr. Morris gave me a tired smile.
“That's what happens when people spend years trying to bury the truth.””
She took a business card from her pocket.
“Call me tomorrow. I'll help you find the original records.””
Then she turned toward the stairs.
Before she disappeared, I called after her.
“One more question.””
She stopped.
“Did my mother know about the donor file?””
Dr. Morris looked back at me.
“Yes.””
“How?””
“Because she was listed as the emergency contact on Rachel's original medical paperwork.””
I stared at her.
My mother had known Rachel's medical history.
She had known about Vanessa's involvement.
She had known enough to order a paternity test.
And she'd kept all of it from me.
I drove home just before dawn.
The house was silent when I entered. I found my mother asleep on the sofa, still wearing the clothes she'd had on the previous evening.
On the coffee table lay Rachel's letter.
Beside it was a photograph of Lily as a newborn.
I picked it up.
My daughter was wrapped in a white blanket, her tiny face scrunched in protest. I remembered holding her for the first time, afraid to support her head, terrified that I would do something wrong.
I had loved her instantly.
That love hadn't depended on a blood test.
But I needed the truth.
I woke my mother gently.
“Mom.””
She opened her eyes and sat up.
“Daniel? What time is it?””
“Did you order a paternity test for Lily?””
The color drained from her face.
She looked at the photograph in my hand.
Then she closed her eyes.
“Yes.””
I sat opposite her.
“Why?””
She pressed her palms together.
“Rachel asked me to.””
I stared at her.
“What?””
“She came to me several weeks before she gave birth. She told me she had discovered something in her medical records that frightened her. She wanted to make sure the baby was yours.””
“Why didn't she ask me?””
“She was afraid.””
“Of what?””
My mother began to cry.
“Rachel told me that a fertility clinic had made a mistake years earlier. She believed there was a possibility that the embryo used in her treatment wasn't genetically related to you.””
I felt the room go still.
“Embryo?””
My mother nodded.
“She had undergone fertility treatment before you met. The clinic told her the pregnancy was the result of a frozen embryo transfer. She later discovered that some of the records had been altered.””
I tried to process the words.
“Rachel never told me she'd undergone embryo transfer.””
“She was afraid you'd think she had deceived you. She wanted to verify the truth before telling you.””
“Did she ever get the test results?””
My mother shook her head.
“No. She died before the laboratory completed its review.””
I stood and paced toward the window.
“So you ordered a test behind my back.””
“I was trying to honor Rachel's last request.””
“By using a fraudulent laboratory?””
“I didn't know it was fraudulent.””
“Who gave you the name?””
My mother looked away.
“Vanessa.””
The answer landed with brutal clarity.
Vanessa had directed my mother toward a laboratory that would produce the result she wanted.
She had used Rachel's fear, my mother's guilt, and my grief to build a lie.
“Did you know Vanessa was planning to marry me?””
My mother nodded.
“She told me she loved you. She said she would protect Lily.””
“And you believed her.””
“I wanted to believe her.””
I stared at her.
“Did you ever tell Vanessa about Rachel's concerns?””
My mother didn't answer.
“Mom.””
“Yes.””
I felt something inside me break.
“You told her about the donor file.””
“She said she could help find the original records. She said she had contacts who could resolve the problem quietly.””
“And instead she falsified the test.””
My mother covered her face.
“I didn't know.””
I believed that she might not have known the full extent of Vanessa's deception.
But that didn't make what she'd done harmless.
She had kept secrets from me. She had allowed Vanessa to enter our lives with information she should never have possessed. And when the truth threatened to emerge, she'd chosen silence again.
I sat down slowly.
“Did Rachel ever tell you who the biological father might be?””
My mother lowered her hands.
“She said the clinic had made an error involving two embryos. One belonged to her and you. The other belonged to another patient.””
“Another patient?””
“Yes.””
I thought of Michael's words. Of Sophie. Of the second birth certificate.
“Was Vanessa that patient?””
My mother stared at me.
“I don't know.””
“Think carefully.””
She swallowed.
“Rachel told me that the other patient had a connection to Vanessa. She didn't know the person's name, only that Vanessa had been asking questions about the same clinic.””
I took out my phone and called Michael.
He answered immediately.
“Daniel?””
“Did Vanessa ever undergo fertility treatment?””
There was a long silence.
Then he said, “Yes.””
My pulse quickened.
“When?””
“About three years before Sophie was born. She told me she wanted to have a child with me, but the treatment failed.””
“Which clinic?””
“Northbridge Fertility Center.””
I looked at my mother.
She had gone completely still.
“Michael,” I said, “did Vanessa ever tell you about another embryo?””
His breathing changed.
“Yes.””
“What did she say?””
“She said the clinic had lost one of her embryos during a storage transfer. She sued them, but the case was settled privately.””
I gripped the phone.
“Did she ever get the embryo back?””
“I don't know.””
“Did she have any reason to believe it had been transferred to another patient?””
Another pause.
Then Michael said, “Daniel, there's something you need to understand. Vanessa didn't just want to control Lily's trust.””
“What else did she want?””
“She wanted to know whether Lily was genetically connected to her.””
My stomach dropped.
“Why?””
“Because if the embryo was hers, then Lily could be her biological daughter.””
I looked at the photograph of Lily as a newborn.
At the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath her ear.
At the child who had called me Daddy with absolute trust.
My voice barely worked.
“Are you saying Vanessa might be Lily's biological mother?””
Michael answered quietly.
“I'm saying we need the original fertility records before we can rule it out.””
At that moment, a sound came from upstairs.
A door opening.
Then Lily's small voice called down the hallway.
“Daddy?””
I rushed toward the stairs.
She stood at the top, holding her stuffed rabbit. Her hair was tangled, and her eyes were swollen from crying.
“Sweetheart, what's wrong?””
She looked at me for a long moment.
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Then she asked a question that made my blood run cold.
“Daddy, why did Grandma tell me that Mommy Vanessa might be my real mommy?””
