Lily sent me a text message saying: I am so sorry. I honestly had no idea.
Jack phoned me in tears. I trusted his innocence.
Rose continues to send me letters. I am not emotionally prepared to read them yet.
John hired a team of expensive attorneys.
A few days ago, I visited Jane’s burial site.
Now that I finally understand she was the woman who gave me life.
I brought a bouquet of flowers and one of her handwritten notes. Paul had preserved it safely all this time.
The paper read: If tragedy strikes, please inform my little girl that I truly wanted her. Let her know I battled for her survival.
I rested by the headstone for a very long while after reading those words.
For my entire existence, I assumed the absolute worst outcome of an ancestry test would be discovering I did not fit in with my relatives.
As it turns out, my bloodline was entirely too important to them.
