“You think this is funny, Jennifer?”
Alex’s voice echoed through the living room.
For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
My hands tightened around the arm of the couch.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered.
His face had turned pale.
Not angry.
Not relieved.
Confused.
Completely confused.
Without saying a word, he handed me the test results.
I looked down.
The first line was exactly what I expected.
Probability of paternity: 99.9999%
Sarah was his daughter.
There was no question.
No doubt.
No scandal.
No affair.
Nothing except proof that I had been telling the truth all along.
I looked back up.
“Then what’s wrong?”
Alex swallowed hard.
“Keep reading.”
My eyes moved further down the page.
Then I saw it.
A note attached by the genetic counselor.
Due to certain unusual markers found during analysis, additional testing had been recommended.
The report suggested that Alex carried a rare recessive genetic trait inherited from previous generations.
A trait capable of producing blonde hair and blue eyes despite both parents having darker features.
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
My grandmother had blue eyes.
Alex’s great-grandfather reportedly had blonde hair.