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‘Oh, I am sorry, Ian. I can see how upset you are. It must have come as a huge shock to find out like that.’ She went over to give him a hug, but his attention was already on the laptop again.
‘You can see now why my mother told me early on,’ Emma said. ‘It wasn’t a shock for me. I grew up knowing I came from donor sperm.’
Ian nodded.
‘What are you doing now?’
‘Trying to find out how to get our DNA tested. Testing is far more sophisticated now than it was when we were conceived, so it may show up something that wasn’t picked up before. Also …’ He hesitated. Did she have to know this? Yes, she did. ‘We’re nearly the same age, so I’m guessing our parents must have used the clinic quite close together. I need to confirm we don’t have the same donor.’
‘What! You mean there’s a chance we may have?’ Emma stared at him, horrified.
‘Not according to Carstan Moller, but I want to check. If – heaven forbid – we do have the same donor, it could explain why we can’t have healthy babies.’
‘But Mr Moller told you we didn’t?’ Emma said.
‘Yes.’
‘Well, he’s not likely to have made a mistake with something so important.’
‘He may have and now he’s lying to cover his back,’ Ian said, concentrating on the screen.
Emma stared at him incredulously. ‘You think that’s possible?’
But Ian was still engrossed in what he was doing. ‘Here’s what we need,’ he said, tapping the keys. ‘Websites offering DNA tests. This one looks good – MyGeneticHistory.com – £60 each. They send us the kit to take samples of our saliva. The results are back in three working days. Perfect. Can you pass me my wallet, love, it’s in my jacket pocket. If I order now, we should have the kits at the weekend.’
‘And then what happens?’ Emma asked. ‘Will you be satisfied or will you not believe them either? I am sure you’re wrong, Ian. This is all taking over. Here’s your wallet. I’m going for a shower.’
TWENTY-SEVEN
Jan wasn’t nervous about living in the cottage as Chris had said, she told herself. His comments the evening before were still annoying her, together with his behaviour – first at the restaurant and then denying he’d seen a figure running from the cottage. She still had no idea what had got into him, but today she was going to prove him wrong and show she wasn’t nervous, by taking Tinder for a walk in Coleshaw Woods. DS Matt Davis had said how lovely the woods were at this time of year and that she was missing out. So now, empowered by hurt pride and daylight, she was going!