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“You’re raising a dead woman’s affair baby.” My sister-in-law shoved a DNA test in my face. She had gone behind my back, stolen my daughter’s DNA, and run a test without my consent. But this wasn’t just about my daughter.
It was about a cruel lie my brother had fed his fiancée.
“She’s not yours,” Isabel declared right in front of my six-year-old, innocent, sweet little daughter. “You’re raising a dead woman’s affair baby.”
I stared at her, waiting for my brain to catch up.
When it finally did, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
Isabel’s face burned red. “What’s so funny?”
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