Glancing at the patient file, I strolled into the room. “Hello, I am Dr. Matthews. How can I help you today?” Our eyes met. I felt instant recognition. “I desperately wanted to meet you. You’re my father.”
My breath caught, my stomach rushed to my throat. “You are mistaken.” I quickly contradicted. “No. I am Anna’s daughter and...yours.” Anna. As if looking in a mirror I recognized my eyes, my nose, and Anna’s sweet smile. Memories rushed back from that long ago summer. Joy transformed to panic as I remembered my wife. How do I tell her about you?