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The silence that followed was electric. Gasps rippled across the table. My mother\u2019s hand flew to her mouth. My uncle muttered something sharp under his breath.<\/p>\n
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He ripped it open, expecting\u2014what? Divorce papers? A declaration of surrender? He scanned the first page, and I watched the blood drain from his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese\u2026\u201d His voice cracked. \u201cThis can\u2019t be real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re real, Michael,\u201d I said, my voice carrying so every ear at the table could hear. \u201cThey\u2019re from the fertility specialist you visited six months ago. You didn\u2019t know I found them. You didn\u2019t know I spoke to the doctor myself. And according to these results, you are medically infertile.\u201d<\/p>\n The silence that followed was electric. Gasps rippled across the table. My mother\u2019s hand flew to her mouth. My uncle muttered something sharp under his breath.<\/p>\n \n
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