But Helen didn’t give up. On Lucas’s fourth birthday, she showed up unannounced:
“I want Caleb to take a DNA test,” she declared.
“I won’t,” Caleb replied, crossing his arms. “Lucas is my son. I don’t need proof.”
Helen narrowed her eyes:
“How can you be so sure? You don’t know who she was with.”
“Don’t talk about me like I am not here!” I shouted.
“I know he’s not your biological son,” Helen insisted. “All the children in our family look like their father. Admit who the real father is, so Caleb doesn’t waste time.”
“We’ve been together for 15 years! Do you understand what you just said?” I yelled, my voice trembling with rage.
“I never thought you were a faithful wife,” she retorted coldly.
“Stop it!” Caleb shouted. “I trust my wife. I know she hasn’t cheated on me. I won’t take the test.”
