Sometimes a single decision—something as simple as mailing off a DNA kit—can unravel a family’s entire sense of identity. That’s what happened to me and my husband, Paul. What started as curiosity turned into heartbreak, confusion, and finally, a truth we never imagined facing.
The First Shocking Result
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.
