All five of us ended up taking the test. Me, Lily, Jack, Rose, and John.
About three weeks later, Lily carried her laptop to our weekly dinner and announced, “Alright, it is time for the results.”
She was giggling while scrolling through the generated family tree.
“John, you are not nearly as English as you always claimed.”
“Rose, you really do have some Irish heritage.”
Rose smirked proudly. “I told you so.”
Then Lily clicked over to my profile.
Her happy expression instantly vanished.
John jumped up so quickly that his chair scraped loudly across the floor. Rose let out a strange noise I had never heard her make.
I chuckled awkwardly because the room went completely silent. “What is it?”
Lily glared at the computer screen. “This cannot be accurate.”
