The paper showed a zero sperm count, signed by Dr. Mercer.

I scrolled down to the metadata and the administrative routing logs at the bottom of the scan.

There was a routing number for the laboratory.

I opened a separate document, which was a log of the clinic’s external communications from that month.

My specialist had managed to retrieve the fax and email logs from Dr. Mercer’s administrative assistant.

One entry stood out.

A fax had been sent from the clinic to a private number on October 12, 2016.

That was two days before I received my diagnosis.

I recognized the fax number.

It belonged to the legal department of Vaughn Enterprises.

Vaughn Enterprises was owned by Celeste’s family.

My breath caught in my throat.

I stared at the black numbers on the screen.

In 2016, I did not know Celeste.

I was happily married to Maren.

Why would Dr. Mercer’s office be sending my confidential medical records to the Vaughn family?

I kept scrolling through the communication logs.

There was an email chain between Dr. Mercer and an address ending in @vaughnenterprises.com.