“I wanted kids,” Janet looked away. “Turns out he didn’t. He had a vasectomy he didn’t tell me about.” An Amazon bemoaning children she wasn’t going to have. That should have raised my threat level to code red. It didn’t. “He also had chlamydia…”

“Damn…!” My fists clenched. There was nothing I could do about it, even if I wanted to, but I felt my biceps tense up just imagining punching a sonofabitch in the nose.

Janet started smoothing out her hair. There were only a few strands out of place, this was more nervous reaction than any need for grooming. “For months he was convincing me that I wasn’t fertile. Let me go to specialists and get all these needless tests that were finding nothing…except chlamydia…”