Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
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- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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‘Yes. It’s noted on our system.’
Ian continued to check his emails every fifteen minutes or so and then again as he left work at 5.30. Still no results. He’d be the first to admit he wasn’t good at waiting, never had been, especially when it relied on someone else’s efficiency. He hadn’t told Emma the results were expected this evening. He wanted time to read and digest them before he shared what he learnt. She was still convinced that a professional clinic wouldn’t make errors in their record-keeping. Quietly Ian agreed. He knew it was a long shot and he suspected that the results would vindicate the Mollers and he’d have to accept that.
Emma, having returned to work on Monday, was home just before Ian. As he let himself in, he could hear her in the kitchen preparing their evening meal. The talk she’d had with their midwife and then returning to work had done her a power of good. The last couple of days she’d been in a much better frame of mind, so Ian was looking forward to coming home and seeing her again.
‘Hi, love,’ he called as he hung his coat on the hall stand.
‘Hi!’ she returned from the kitchen.
He dropped his briefcase in the living room on his way through to the kitchen where he kissed Emma’s neck. She didn’t immediately pull away, which gave him hope that before too long they’d be completely back to normal.
‘Anything I can do?’ he asked.
‘No. Dinner will be about a quarter of an hour.’
‘I’ll change out of my suit then.’
Ian went upstairs to their bedroom where he took the opportunity to check his phone again for an email. Still nothing from MyGeneticHistory.com. He would look again after dinner and then every so often during the evening, furtively, so Emma couldn’t see. Their relationship was improving and he didn’t want to risk doing anything that might spoil that.
At 7.30, after they’d eaten and washed up, Emma settled in front of the television to watch a soap, and Ian surreptitiously stole another glance at his phone. A new email had arrived in his inbox from MyGenticHistory.com with a large attachment marked Confidential. Their results! His heart missed a beat. He took his laptop from his briefcase and sat at the dining table. Emma glanced over. ‘Work,’ he said.
She nodded and returned her attention to the television.