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‘Maybe, but I’ll have to hide it, won’t I?’ Emma said bravely. ‘We need to find out what’s going on, but if I’m going to phone them, I’d better do it now before I have time to think about it and lose my nerve. What do you want me to find out?’
‘Anything you can about their experience of using the clinic. Shall we practise, have a run through it? You could pretend to phone me and I’ll answer. There’s just their landline number so be prepared for either of them to answer. If it goes through to voicemail, don’t leave a message. We’ll set our phone to “private number” so it can’t be traced.’
‘OK, let’s practise,’ Emma said, throwing her tissue in the bin.
Ian made the noise of a phone trilling and then answered. ‘Hello?’
FORTY-SEVEN
‘Is that Chelsea Ryan?’ Emma asked as a female voice answered. The phone was on speaker so Ian could hear.
‘Yes. Who is this?’
‘I’m calling from the Primary Care Trust. How are you?’
‘OK, I guess. But I already told that other woman I don’t want counselling.’
‘No, I understand. That’s fine,’ Emma said. ‘I’m just phoning to make sure you haven’t changed your mind, and to ask you a few questions about your experiences if you have a moment.’
‘Yeah, sure. Go ahead.’ Emma glanced at Ian and he gave her the thumbs-up sign.
‘Did you and your husband ever attend the Moller Clinic?’ she asked.
‘I don’t think so. What is it?’
‘A fertility clinic.’
‘No. We don’t need that.’
‘Thank you. Do you know if either of your parents attended the clinic?’
‘Not as far as I know. Do you want me to ask Grant?’
‘Yes, please.’
Emma took a moment to breathe again as Chelsea shouted to Grant, ‘Did your parents go to the Moller Clinic? It’s a fertility clinic.’
‘No idea!’ he shouted back. ‘Who are you talking to?’
‘Someone from the Health Care Team. So I’ll tell her you don’t know.’
‘Yeah, and also tell them to get a move on with our compensation.’
‘Did you hear that?’ Chelsea asked, returning to the phone.
‘Yes. What compensation is that?’ Emma asked, glancing at Ian. He looked as nervous as she felt.
‘We’re going to get compensation because the hospital lost our baby’s body. We had nothing to bury, but I thought you would know that.’
‘No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t given that information. How upsetting for you both. I am sorry. What happened?’ Emma asked, fighting back her own emotion.