A DNA Test Made One Woman Realize She’d Been Lied To For Nearly 70 Years
He approached slowly, eyes fixed on the floor, his grip on the album unsteady. Mary felt her stomach drop.
“What is it? What did you find?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay calm.
Instead of answering, he said softly, “You should leave.”
“No,” Mary shot back. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
The specialist hesitated, then turned on his heel and left. Heart pounding, Mary followed him down the hall.
She stopped short when she heard her sister’s name through the slightly open door. “Esmerelda,” the specialist said into the phone.
The sound was like a slap. He knows her. He’s calling her right now.
Mary stepped outside, the cool air doing nothing to settle her shaking hands. Her sister’s warning, the missing photographs, the specialist’s reaction—none of it was coincidence.
If anything, this only sharpened her resolve. Someone had gone to great lengths to keep her from learning the truth. Which meant the truth was worth finding.
It struck her then—Esmerelda might have already walked this path years ago. She could have taken these same photos to this very clinic.
That would explain why the specialist had recognized them instantly. Why he had called her sister without a second thought.
The difference was, Mary wasn’t going to turn back. Not this time.
One question refused to leave Mary’s mind: What could that DNA test possibly reveal that was so terrible Esmerelda would go to any length to stop it? Whatever it was, it had already splintered their family, and Mary was now more determined than ever to drag it into the light.
