The following morning, a records coordinator telephoned to confirm my identity. I had expected a routine response about how long copies would take. Instead, her tone changed as she studied what appeared on her screen. She mentioned something in my file that made me dizzy.
“It appears there may be a third-party reproductive arrangement attached to your account,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not authorized to interpret the file over the phone. We’ll send the records as soon as we can.”
I requested an account-access audit as well. She agreed to include it. Her cautious assurances suggested the clinic might already suspect trouble.
Later, hospital nurse Tessa privately mentioned that my chart had been accessed three weeks previously, with no appointment scheduled. Unable to name the person, she suggested requesting its access history.
Before she could add anything, security delivered a folder Peter had left at reception, claiming it established my prior knowledge of the agreement.
