I waited a minute, then slipped out of the closet.

My hands were cold, but my mind was set.

I had the accession number.

Now, I just needed to wait for the results.

As I stepped toward the exit door, my phone vibrated in my hand.

It was an email notification.

The sender was an anonymous address.

The subject line read: *The truth about your husband.*

I stopped, my finger hovering over the screen.

My heart leaped into my throat.

I tapped the message open.

Inside was a single attachment.

A PDF document with the header of the Kensington Private Hospital.

My hands shook as I opened it.

It was a copy of the prenatal genetic screening results.

But the date was from three days ago.

And the results were already completed.

I stared at the screen, my breath catching as I read the names on the report.

The door to the hallway suddenly clicked open.

The nurse who had just wheeled the cart in stepped out of the room.

She looked at me, her brow furrowing slightly as she pulled the door shut behind her.