The man sat slowly with his head in his hands. Do not inform your mother. She’s unaware. I erred before you were born. An affair. I wasn’t aware of a kid.”
I nodded numbly. He seemed disturbed, so I agreed to keep it a secret.
But it felt wrong. He concealed more.
I kept thinking about Noah. The DNA platform let me message him. I was surprised by his quick response.
“ALEX?! Years of searching for you. Is it you?
I met him at a little downtown coffee shop the following day after we texted. I kept it from my parents.
I knew when I saw him. He looked like me. Same eyes. Same hair. Same crooked smile.
Standing, he questioned “Alex?”
Shocked, I nodded. We sat.
He became nostalgic.
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