“But… Luna was abandoned, Doc,” I said, my throat tightening. “I don’t know her biological family.
I don’t even know where to start looking.”
“We can still test you, Ethan, if you’re open to it,” the doctor said.
“Of course,” I said. “Anything. Test me.
I’ll do anything for her.”
Three days later, I was called back in.
The same doctor met me outside the exam room, holding a folder. His hands were shaking.
“I… I don’t know how this happened,” he said quietly.
“But you’re not just a match.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ethan, you’re her biological father. Are you absolutely sure you didn’t know?”
He looked me in the eye for a moment.
“No. That can’t be right.
She’s not… she’s… No way!
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