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“She watched him last week. She said they did a science activity.”
“Babe, you might be overthinking this.”
And there was another layer I hadn’t told William about.
A layer I’d buried so deep I almost convinced myself it wasn’t real.
Two weeks later, we were at Denise’s house for Sunday dinner. Picture immaculate table, glowing candles, and a house that always felt like it was silently judging you.
Denise stood up and clinked her glass like she was about to announce a pregnancy.
“I have a surprise!” she said, her eyes locked directly on me. “A couple of weeks ago, I collected Billy’s DNA and sent it to one of those ancestry services.”
My whole body tensed.
“You… what?”
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