Adam handed his dad a new eco-friendly toothbrush, saying it was a sample from work. The test was done and mailed the next day.
Weeks passed. Our son turned one. We hosted a small party with cupcakes and balloons. For a few moments, it felt like a normal life.
And then, I brought out the envelope.
“Since there were questions,” I said, handing it over.
Denise leaned forward, almost eager.
I read it aloud: “He is 100% Adam’s son.”
