Music was still playing in the living room. Someone laughed, and glasses clinked together.
Meanwhile, I stood in the hallway holding the envelope, feeling my fingers grow cold.
Inside were three sheets of paper.
The first contained the results of a DNA test conducted at a private laboratory. The document was dated just three weeks earlier. According to the findings, Andrew was almost certainly the biological father of a little boy named Matthew.
The second sheet was a copy of the child’s birth certificate.
The third was a printed conversation.
I read it twice because the first time, my mind simply refused to understand what I was seeing.
«I’ll talk to Helen after the party. Please be patient. Soon we’ll be together, and Matthew will grow up with both his parents.»
