“First, I’d like to speak with your husband.”
When Robert arrived, the doctor took him into his office.
I remained alone in my hospital room.
Ten minutes later, I heard the scream I mentioned at the beginning.
Robert emerged from the doctor’s office looking completely pale.
Tears were streaming down his face.
He approached my bed, fell to his knees, and began kissing my hands.
“Margaret, forgive me… Oh God, what have I done?”
I was frozen.
In fifty years, this man had never apologized to me.
“What happened, Robert?”
He just kept repeating:
“I didn’t know… I swear I didn’t know…”
At that moment, the doctor entered the room.
He was holding a folder filled with old documents.
“Mrs. Margaret, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He sat beside me.
“Forty-six years ago, you gave birth to a baby girl.”
I nodded.
“She died shortly after birth.”
