“Sue?”
I stood.
“We need to talk tonight,” I said. “Don’t stay late at work.”
I shut my laptop.
After school, I packed Tiffany’s overnight bag and dropped her off at my sister’s house.
“Is Dad coming?” she asked, hugging her unicorn pillow.
“Not this time, sweetie. We have to work late tonight, so I thought you’d like some time with Auntie Karen.”
That evening, I waited in the kitchen.
Greg came in. “Sue?”
I slid my phone across the table — the results open.
“Is Dad coming?”
He looked at the screen. “Please… Sue…”
“Tell me why you have zero DNA in common with my daughter.”
Greg gripped the back of a chair. “She’s mine.”
“Sure… but not biologically. Right?”
His jaw flexed. “I couldn’t give you a baby, Sue. I tried so many times. And I failed. I was the reason we couldn’t do it.”
“Please… Sue…”
“So what, Greg? You borrowed Mike’s… genes without asking me?”
He didn’t answer.
“Did you forge my signature at the clinic?”
He stared at the floor. I tapped the screen once, right on ‘0% DNA Shared.’
