Chapter 6 - The conversation Grant hid
Grant told Evelyn after the failed sperm retrieval.
I had been in the pharmacy getting pain medication.
He called his mother from the hospital parking garage.
He said:
“It’s over.”
She asked:
“What?”
“I can’t have children.”
That was how Grant framed it.
Not:
We need another route.
Over.
Evelyn drove to our apartment that evening.
I had no idea why she was suddenly so kind.
She brought soup.
Sat beside Grant.
Held his hand.
Then asked me privately:
“What options did the doctor give you?”
“Donor conception.”
Her face went blank.
“Anonymous?”
“Yes.”
“And Grant is considering that?”
“We both are.”
She said:
“Take your time.”
I thought that was compassion.
Later, Grant admitted she told him privately:
“You cannot bring a stranger’s blood into this family without thinking.”
He answered:
“It would be my child.”
Evelyn said:
“Legally.”
There.
She did not forbid.
She did worse.
She made biology the unspoken debt Grant would carry.
A week later she called Adrian.
Grant knew.
“What did she ask him?”
“She said she wanted him to make sure we were protected.”
“Protected from what?”
“I don’t know.”
I stared.
“You never asked?”
“I didn’t want to talk about it.”
That sentence appeared everywhere in our marriage.
Grant’s shame did not make him cruel initially.
It made him avoidant.
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Avoidance gave Evelyn room.
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