could tell us whether that connection would be close or distant.
I’d agreed because I wanted Ellie to have accurate health records.
I’d never expected anything like this.
“They completed a preliminary comparison,” Nora whispered.
She slid the report toward me.
I looked down.
My name was printed near the top.
Below it was Ellie’s.
Then came the conclusion.
The genetic findings suggested a biological parent-child relationship.
I read the words once.
Then again.
My mind refused to accept them.
“That can’t be right.”
Nora covered her mouth.
“Claire…”
“My