Paul was the one who wanted to try the test first. He said it would be fun to explore his ancestry and pass along stories to our son, Austin. Weeks later, the results arrived—and changed everything.
The words hung heavy between us. My heart raced. Betrayal? Infidelity? None of it made sense. I knew, with every fiber of my being, that I had never been unfaithful. And yet, there it was in black and white.
The trust we had built, the years of memories—it all seemed to tremble on shaky ground.
My Own DNA Test
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