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.
Paul stared at the report, his face pale. “It says I’m not Austin’s biological father.”
The trust we had built, the years of memories—it all seemed to tremble on shaky ground.
My Own DNA Test
I couldn’t accept the possibility of being wrongfully accused. So I ordered a test of my own.Continue reading…