A DNA Test Made One Woman Realize She’d Been Lied To For Nearly 70 Years
Jessy pulled out a spare key but hesitated. They both knew this could easily be considered breaking and entering, even if Jessy was Esmerelda’s daughter. But without another way in, they made their choice.
Inside, they headed straight for the basement door—only to find it locked. Jessy suggested they find the key or force the lock. Mary searched; Jessy armed herself with a screwdriver and hammer.
The lock finally gave way with a sharp crack. Victory was short-lived. The moment the door swung open, a shrill alarm ripped through the air.
They scrambled to silence it, but nothing worked. The wail would draw attention within minutes.
“You have to go, Jessy,” Mary urged. “You can’t risk your career over this.”
Jessy protested, but Mary’s insistence won. Moments later, Jessy slipped out into the night. Alone, Mary faced her choice: leave now and stay safe, or go down those stairs and find the truth.
The answer was obvious.
With a flashlight in hand, she descended. The basement was exactly as Jessy had described—lined with photo albums.
Mary’s breath caught when she spotted the missing photographs from her own albums. “But why?” she whispered.
The alarm was deafening, but she kept searching. Then, another beam of light cut through the darkness.
A police officer stood at the top of the stairs. “Ma’am, come up here right now,” he ordered, his flashlight catching the splintered lock. “I’m guessing you don’t live here, do you?”
Mary tried to play the part of a confused old woman, but the officer wasn’t fooled. Finding no key on her, he placed her under arrest.
