“For you,” I said. “To find out if your father is really your father.”
The silence between us was heavy. Then, slowly, Adam nodded.
The Truth Comes in Envelopes
We took our son’s sample quickly. For Adam’s, we waited. We invited his parents over for dinner. His mother, Denise, arrived with a fruit pie. His father smiled, unaware.
Adam handed his dad a new eco-friendly toothbrush, saying it was a sample from work. The test was done and mailed the next day.
And then, I brought out the envelope.
“Since there were questions,” I said, handing it over.
Denise leaned forward, almost eager.
I read it aloud: “He is 100% Adam’s son.”
Her expression faltered. That moment of smug anticipation turned into stunned silence.
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