Chapter 13
Daniel
Amelie carefully drives us back home, not mentioning the collision my distracted a*s almost got us in. I was smarter than my uncle and gave up the keys when I knew I was too distracted to drive. At least it didn’t happen when my daughter was in the vehicle. She would have freaked out and left me feeling guiltier.
That didn’t happen—just a near miss, and maybe one looming. I sit in the back holding sleepy, sore Caroline, who wears a calm smile that I mirror, brooding behind it.
… f**k. Amelie wants a second opinion. That means either bribe another doctor or come clean before this gets messier.
Or find a way to get my damn tubes flushed ahead of time. No more gel and instantly my sperm count will be normal again. It’s only a short procedure and sore balls for the day.
