My husband let his friend convince him our children might not be his. I told myself if he crossed that line, our marriage was over.

office when the doctor explained that conception was possible, but scheduling mattered, treatment mattered, and panic helped nothing. I reminded him of the lab printouts, the medication calendars, the clinic miles on my car, the nights I cried in the shower because I thought my body had failed us.

“If you need a test after all that,” I said, “then this continue reading …