Chapter 3 - THE DOCTOR WHO ASKED THE WRONG QUESTION
Two days later, we visited an independent medical specialist.
Dr. Rebecca Sloan was a reproductive endocrinologist who had no connection to the Varenna family.
She reviewed my pregnancy test results and arranged appropriate follow-up care.
Then she examined Luca's old medical records.
Her expression changed.
“Mr. Varenna, when was the last time your fertility was evaluated?”
Luca frowned.
“Twelve years ago.”
She looked up.
“Never since?”
“No.”
“Not even a follow-up assessment?”
“My father was told the damage was permanent.”
Dr. Sloan studied the documents.
Then asked:
“Were you ever given the complete laboratory reports?”
Luca hesitated.
“I assumed they were included.”
She turned another page.
“They aren't.”
I looked at Luca.
His jaw tightened.
“What does that mean?”
“It means these documents don't contain enough information for me to confirm the conclusion you were given.”
Luca stared.
“For twelve years, I've believed I couldn't have children.”
Dr. Sloan nodded.
“I understand. But an old diagnosis should be evaluated against the actual medical evidence.”
She explained that infertility was not always absolute and that a pregnancy, while unexpected, did not by itself establish exactly what had happened twelve years earlier.
Luca listened without moving.
Then asked:
“Could someone have lied to me?”
Dr. Sloan paused.
“I can't determine anyone's intentions from these records.”
She looked at the folder.
“But I would recommend obtaining the original hospital documentation.”
Luca nodded.
Then reached for my hand.
May you like
I squeezed it.
Because whatever the truth was, we were finally going to face it together.
