My skin prickled.
“Find out what?”
Evelyn looked into the camera.
“It wasn’t an equipment error.”
My attorney leaned forward.
“What was it?”
“Those embryos were not accidentally switched.”
I stopped breathing.
“Then how?”
Evelyn closed her eyes.
“Someone changed the labels.”
Silence.
Rachel asked, “Who?”
Evelyn hesitated.
“There was an investigation internally.”
“Who changed them?”
“I don’t know whether they proved it.”
“Who did they suspect?”
Evelyn’s voice dropped.
“A technician.”
My heart hammered.
“Name?”
“Simone Harper.”
For several seconds, I could not process what she had said.
Then Rachel whispered, “Harper?”
I already understood.
Simone’s maiden name.
We verified it within an hour.
Before she became Simone Ellis, Simone had been Simone Harper.
And seven years earlier, she had not merely been a patient at Greenhaven.
She had worked there.
I drove to Simone’s house before Rachel could stop me.
She lived outside Atlanta in a modest two-story home with blue shutters.
