Chapter 7
That night, after everyone had gone, Daniel and I sat together on the back porch. The twins were sleeping upstairs. He reached toward my hand.
This time, I allowed him to hold it.
“Did the DNA test save us?” he asked.
I glanced through the window at the hallway light glowing beside the nursery.
“No,” I said.
“It only revealed the truth.”
He nodded.
Everything else was ours to rebuild.
My children never needed a report to prove they belonged.
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The adults did.
Some of us failed that test in the beginning. Some of us spent the following year learning how to pass it.
