The Confession
Hospital. Hurry home Adam .”
    Looking over to see the other side of
the bed empty, he called out for his wife. “Lydia, where are
you?”
    Running into the room,
Lydia stopped in mid-step when she saw the look on Adam’s
face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
    “It’s Gail. A car hit her. Hurry up and
get dressed.”
    The drive home took longer than
anticipated due to a bus accident on the expressway. Adam used this
time to call the hospital. “David, how is my daughter?”
    “She’s unconscious Adam.
Her injuries are severe . I am prepping her for surgery to
repair her broken leg. She has multiple contusions and two
fractured ribs. I have the blood bank on alert. Gail has a rare
blood type, and I want to be prepared.”
    “What? That’s not possible! Her blood
type is O Positive.”
    “Her birth certificate has
O Positive; however, when I ran Gail’s blood work to prep her for
surgery, her blood type is AB Negative. I also checked your records
as well as Lydia’s. Both of you have Type O. I ran the test three
times. I think you know what I’m saying, Adam.”
    “Check it again, David. Make sure you
are correct before you operate. Do you understand what I am
asking?”
    “Yes, I know and I wish
I were wrong. I’ll run it one more time.”
    Adam pulled onto the side
of the road as nausea gripped him with such force; it robbed him of
the ability to speak. Lydia only heard part of the conversation, and she knew Adam was
upset. Why were they talking about blood
types? Her heart thumped in her chest. “Adam, what’s wrong? You
look like you are going to be sick.”
    Adam shook uncontrollably as the tears
flowed down his face. “David ran Gail’s blood work. Her blood type
is AB Negative. We both have Type O blood. Do you know what this
means Lydia?”
    “Adam, you are scaring me. What does it
mean? I’m not a doctor.”
    Adam shook his head in disbelief. “It
means that we are not Gail’s biological parents. It means that
there may have been a mix-up at the hospital. It means; were you
unfaithful to me Lydia?”
    The implications of such a question hit
her like a sledgehammer. “I understand the need to ask me this
question; however, it hurts more than I can say that you would
think I could ever have an affair. There has to be another
explanation.”
    Remorse consumed him, and he felt physically ill. “Honey, I’m sorry I hurt you. I
don’t understand how this could have happened. We need to see Gail
before her surgery, and we will figure out the rest of it later.
Gail needs us.”
    A state patrol car pulled up behind
them. “Sir, may I see your license and registration?”
    When Adam showed him his identification, he told the officer, “Our daughter is in
the hospital. I felt ill and pulled over to the side of the
road.”
    “What hospital?” the officer said
kindly.
    “University of Pennsylvania Hospital,
Philadelphia.” The officer was kind enough to give him a police
escort to the state line. Adam focused on his driving and remained
quiet. Lydia tried speaking to him several times, but he ignored
her. Adam snapped out of his stupor once they arrived at the
hospital. His parents and Bobby were still sitting in the waiting
room. When Margaret saw her son, she ran to him. “Thank God you’re
here. They won’t let us see Gail.”
    “Wait here for a minute. I need to find
out what’s going on.”
    When Adam returned to the
waiting room, the look on his face confirmed Lydia’s worse fear.
Walking over to her, Adam reached for her hand and practically
broke her fingers. The tension radiating down his arm was palpable.
She followed her husband into the ER. The familiar sounds of
clicking and beeping bombarded him as they walked towards the
nurse’s station. Adam lived in the ER, and for the first time , the sounds and smells made him sick. “My daughter Gail Brady
was admitted a few hours ago. I want you to add my parents, Colin
and Margaret Brady, and son Robert to the

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