I caught her arm.
“Chloe? What does it say?”
She looked at Spencer.
“What have you done?”
He shook his head immediately.
“Whatever that is, it’s a lie.”
Chloe held up the paper.
“Then explain this.”
It was a printed message from an unknown number, accompanied by a photograph of a medical document.
The message read:
Chloe, I don’t know how much your husband has told you, but you deserve to know the truth before you bring your daughter into this world. Spencer came to see me three weeks ago. He asked me to help him change the gender result because he wanted everyone to believe you were having a boy.
Below the message was a name.
Dr. Melissa Grant.
Chloe’s obstetrician.
I felt the ground shift beneath me.
Spencer laughed nervously.
“This is ridiculous. Anyone can print a message and put a doctor’s name on it.”
