Molly Hooper stared down at the white envelope, her heart racing. The contents of the letter she was about to read would shape her entire future. The forensic pathologist bit her lower lip as her trembling fingers began to tear into the glue holding the envelope closed. The paper inside was a light wheat colour, and she ran her fingers lightly over the folded letter for a few seconds as she gathered the strength to read it.
Finally unfolding it, she scanned through it quickly, skimming the unimportant parts, searching for the word she was looking for. She stared in horror at the red lettering, tears building in her eyes.
Fertile..