My Former Best Friend Invited Me To Her Baby Shower Until I Saw The DNA Results On My Counter

woman opening gifts in front of an audience, already composing the gracious expression. “Oh, Naomi,” she said, loud and warm, “you really shouldn’t have.”

Inside the box sat a framed document in a simple silver frame. Behind a glass pane, printed on certified paper, was the DNA paternity report. Ninety-nine point nine nine percent. Alistair Mercer.

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