Then a third time.
The words never changed.
The results weren't what I expected.
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Instead of giving me answers, they raised even more questions. Several markers didn't align the way I thought they would, and the report recommended additional testing to confirm biological relationships.
I stared at the screen for several minutes.
Something wasn't right.
For the first time, I seriously considered the possibility that Daniel had been right. What if something had happened at the hospital?
I spent the next several days convincing myself there had been a laboratory error.
There had to be.
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Nothing else made sense.
But the more I thought about it, the more I found myself replaying that conversation from Thanksgiving.
What if Sarah starts asking questions?
Eventually, I ordered a second test.
By the time they were 12, family gatherings had become predictable. Sooner or later, somebody would mention how much Lily reminded them of me. The observations were always followed by laughter and jokes.
