Anne stood outside the director's office, she raised her hand to knock but hesitated recalling her previous interaction with the man behind these doors.
When she'd met that doctor outside the office the other day, in all honesty what pushed her forward had been a burning suspicion, a suspicion he confirmed himself.
She had already known somewhere deep inside, but finding out that she was pregnant from his own doctor's mouth seemed to have set off that suspicion.
She had stormed into his office fueled by anger, allowing herself to accept every suspicion as she spoke to him.
If he hadn't been the masked person he would have denied it. But thinking back it should have been clear to her from the start.
How he always seemed to dislike her, how he always poured out his anger on her and no one else.
Because he thought she was a golddigger, a greedy woman willing to sell her own first child to a stranger for money. Anyone would be disgusted with her if they thought that of her.
