Chapter 7: The Test
The next morning, we ordered a DNA test.
The waiting nearly destroyed me.
For eighteen years, I had believed life had given me two daughters after taking one away.
Now I was facing something even stranger.
What if life had not given them back by mercy alone?
What if Anna had fought, even from the edge of death, to send them home to me?
Three days later, the results arrived.
Emily opened the email because my hands would not obey me.
Grace stood beside her, gripping my sleeve.
Then Emily covered her mouth.
“Dad…”
I did not need to ask.
Her face told me before the words came.
“Probability of paternity,” she read, voice shaking, “99.9998%.”
Grace made a sound I had never heard before, half laugh, half sob.
I sat down hard at the kitchen table.
For eighteen years, I had mourned a daughter.
And all that time, I had been raising two.
Anna had not vanished from our lives completely.
She had left me the most impossible gift.
Continue Reading ⬇️