My son and my best friend’s son had the exact same rare birthmark – I thought my husband had betrayed me, but the truth turned out to be far worse.

It took calls, formal requests, and one consultation with an attorney before I got partial access to the old files that involved my treatment.

Ben asked me not to do it.

“Please,” he said. “You already know enough.”

I told him, “That is what everybody keeps deciding for me.”

He had no response to that.

Emily called too. She said, “Maybe we should leave continue reading …