He looked at Emily.
Then back at me.
“And your husband prepared it himself?”
“Yes.”
“Every night?”
“Yes.”
He slowly nodded.
Then he turned the first page toward me.
“This isn’t a normal beverage.”
My heart began beating faster.
“I knew it.”
Emily reached for my hand.
The specialist continued.
“But it’s also not what you may be imagining.”
“What is it?”
He slid another document across the table.
“This is a specialized preparation.”
“For what?”
He looked directly at me.
“For your long-term health.”
I stared at him.
I didn’t understand.
“My health?”
“Yes.”
He pointed to several sections of the report.
“The ingredients are consistent with a preparation designed around a recommendation made many years ago.”
“What recommendation?”
He opened an older document.
My maiden name was written across the top.
I stopped breathing.
“That…”
I touched the paper.
“That was my name before I married Victor.”
“Yes.”
I looked at Emily.
She looked just as confused.
“How did you get this?”
“It was included with the older records.”
“What records?”
The specialist hesitated.
“Records connected to the original recommendation.”
My hands began to tremble.
I suddenly remembered something.
Not clearly.
Just fragments.
A doctor’s office.
A conversation.
