Rebecca returned to the hospital before I could stop her.<\/p>\n
I stood in the doorway watching her car disappear, then closed the door and leaned against it.<\/p>\n
For nearly eighteen years, everyone had apparently accepted that Daniel was Lily\u2019s biological father.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
Later, Caleb.<\/p>\n
Now one sentence had cracked that assumption open.<\/p>\n
Another donor.<\/p>\n
I went back to the dining table and reread Caleb\u2019s letter from the beginning.<\/p>\n
Certain lines looked different now.<\/p>\n
He had written that Lily was Dad\u2019s biological daughter.<\/p>\n
Not I think.<\/p>\n
Not Rebecca says.<\/p>\n
He had sounded certain.<\/p>\n
Yet Rebecca claimed Caleb had begun questioning exactly that.<\/p>\n
The contradiction bothered me.<\/p>\n
Unless Caleb had eventually found proof.<\/p>\n
I searched the envelope again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
No DNA report.<\/p>\n
No clinic document.<\/p>\n
Only Daniel\u2019s payments, Michael\u2019s obituary, and several handwritten notes I had ignored during my first reading.<\/p>\n
The notes were Caleb\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Telephone numbers.<\/p>\n
One phrase had been circled twice.<\/p>\n
A.R. specimen transfer.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
A.R.<\/p>\n
Initials.<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the page, Caleb had written:<\/p>\n
Ask Grandma M.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
My heart sank.<\/p>\n
I called her.<\/p>\n
She answered almost immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura? Are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to answer something first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the initials.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is A.R.?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Not confusion.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you see that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn Caleb\u2019s notes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d rather discuss this in person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve had enough people telling me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is A.R.?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice became very quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew Reed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The surname made my pulse jump.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael\u2019s brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Caleb tell himself to ask you about Michael\u2019s brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew and Daniel were friends too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel never mentioned him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Andrew disappeared after Michael died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDisappeared where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe nobody knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t heard his name in almost twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my forehead into my palm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Andrew agree to be a sperm donor for Michael and Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s breathing stopped for a second.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
One syllable.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew they discussed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it wasn\u2019t my story.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat phrase must run in the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means everyone has spent twenty years deciding the truth belonged to someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura, what have you found?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her.<\/p>\n
Not everything.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
The payments.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
Daniel following him before the accident.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s claim that another donor had existed.<\/p>\n
When I finished, Margaret did not speak for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cThere\u2019s something you need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel left a box with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cFour years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. He told me not to open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret lived thirty-five minutes away.<\/p>\n
I made the drive in twenty-eight.<\/p>\n
She was waiting in the driveway when I arrived.<\/p>\n
At seventy-nine, she had become smaller than I remembered, but grief had not weakened her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should not have driven like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a look that reminded me exactly where Daniel had inherited his stubbornness.<\/p>\n
Then she led me inside.<\/p>\n
The box was in a closet behind winter coats.<\/p>\n
Plain cardboard.<\/p>\n
My name was written on one side.<\/p>\n
LAURA.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me he would tell me when.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems like a fairly obvious signal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret flinched.<\/p>\n
I regretted it immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat on the edge of the guest bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Daniel died, I couldn\u2019t bring myself to open that closet for months. Then when I remembered the box, I thought perhaps he had decided against giving it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he had years to do it himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
That logic infuriated me because I understood it.<\/p>\n
I opened the box.<\/p>\n
Inside were tax documents, photographs, several sealed envelopes, and a portable hard drive.<\/p>\n
Beneath them sat a thin red folder.<\/p>\n
A label had been written across the front.<\/p>\n
M. REED \/ FERTILITY.<\/p>\n
I looked at Margaret.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never opened this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside were photocopies from a medical clinic.<\/p>\n
Some sections had faded.<\/p>\n
Others were difficult to read.<\/p>\n
I found Michael\u2019s name first.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Then donor records identified only by codes.<\/p>\n
One page listed specimens transferred from two donors.<\/p>\n
D.H.<\/p>\n
A.R.<\/p>\n
Daniel Hartman.<\/p>\n
Andrew Reed.<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were two.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret stood behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember Andrew agreeing first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was Michael\u2019s brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes more sense genetically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked troubled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Andrew changed his mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca didn\u2019t know who the first donor was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael may not have told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you donate sperm to someone\u2019s wife without her knowing whose it is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned another page.<\/p>\n
There were handwritten corrections.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Storage numbers.<\/p>\n
A notation indicating one specimen had been compromised.<\/p>\n
Another had been reassigned.<\/p>\n
Then I found something that made me stop.<\/p>\n
Genetic carrier screening: D.H. unsuitable.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnsuitable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel had been screened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
The terminology was medical, but one phrase jumped out.<\/p>\n
Hereditary neurological marker.<\/p>\n
My entire body went cold.<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s disease.<\/p>\n
The family history Dr. Patel had asked about.<\/p>\n
My brother.<\/p>\n
Except Daniel wasn\u2019t related to my brother.<\/p>\n
I reread it.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
This marker was on Daniel\u2019s side.<\/p>\n
I turned toward Margaret.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid neurological disease run in your family?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister had Parkinson\u2019s late in life, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Young people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel\u2019s cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat cousin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas. He died in his twenties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey never really knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sank into the chair.<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s doctors had focused on my brother because that was the family history I could provide.<\/p>\n
I had never known there might be a paternal history too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Daniel tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s voice had become thin.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know about the marker?\u201d<\/p>\n
The paper in my hand answered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Date of screening: nearly twenty years earlier.<\/p>\n
Before Caleb was born.<\/p>\n
Before our wedding.<\/p>\n
Before Daniel and I had ever discussed children seriously.<\/p>\n
I felt suddenly unable to breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cKnew what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he carried something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
The betrayal cut deeper than the money.<\/p>\n
Deeper than Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Daniel had known there was a hereditary neurological risk before we had Caleb.<\/p>\n
Had he known what it could do?<\/p>\n
Had he understood the likelihood?<\/p>\n
Had he gambled with our son\u2019s life because he was afraid I would leave?<\/p>\n
I searched the papers frantically.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the full report?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I dumped the remaining folder contents onto the bed.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Margaret touched one envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has Andrew\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tore it open.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter from Andrew Reed to Daniel.<\/p>\n
No date.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was cramped.<\/p>\n
Daniel,<\/p>\n
You need to stop telling Rebecca that Lily is yours. You know the clinic made a mistake. You know exactly whose sample they used.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
Margaret sat very still beside me.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
The letter accused Daniel of allowing Michael to believe something untrue.<\/p>\n
It mentioned a mislabeled specimen.<\/p>\n
A private test.<\/p>\n
And one sentence underlined twice.<\/p>\n
Lily is my daughter, not yours.<\/p>\n
I stared at the words.<\/p>\n
Andrew Reed.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s brother.<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s biological father.<\/p>\n
Then why had Caleb told me Daniel was her father?<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
Andrew wrote that Michael had discovered the truth shortly before the accident.<\/p>\n
He blamed Daniel for hiding it.<\/p>\n
He threatened to come back and tell Rebecca himself.<\/p>\n
The letter ended abruptly.<\/p>\n
No signature beyond A.<\/p>\n
I looked at Margaret.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Andrew ever come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I know of.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Daniel keep this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Caleb\u2019s words.<\/p>\n
If you think Dad\u2019s secret started with Rebecca, you\u2019re looking at the wrong person.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had meant Andrew.<\/p>\n
I searched deeper into the box.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was a photograph of three young men.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Michael.<\/p>\n
Andrew.<\/p>\n
Andrew looked enough like Michael to be unmistakably his brother, but his expression was different. Quieter. Watchful.<\/p>\n
On the back, Daniel had written:<\/p>\n
Brothers, even when we don\u2019t deserve the word.<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened between Daniel and Andrew?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were closer than Daniel and Michael for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat word is becoming meaningless.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew left after a fight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Lily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must know something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew believed Daniel had ruined his life.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phrasing was familiar.<\/p>\n
Michael had apparently believed the same.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe blamed Daniel for a business decision that cost him his job.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat business decision?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never understood the details.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrew says Daniel knew Lily was his.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked genuinely stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould Daniel keep something like this secret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty hurt.<\/p>\n
Daniel had been loving.<\/p>\n
Generous.<\/p>\n
Funny.<\/p>\n
He had been a devoted father to Caleb.<\/p>\n
And apparently he had built large portions of his adult life on selective truths.<\/p>\n
I picked up the neurological screening again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does this have to do with Caleb?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
But I did.<\/p>\n
At least partly.<\/p>\n
Caleb had inherited something that killed him.<\/p>\n
Daniel had been screened for a hereditary neurological marker before Caleb was born.<\/p>\n
And that screening happened only because he was being evaluated as a sperm donor for Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Without Rebecca and Lily, Daniel might never have known.<\/p>\n
The bitter symmetry was almost unbearable.<\/p>\n
I took photographs of every page.<\/p>\n
Then I called Dr. Patel.<\/p>\n
His office transferred me twice before a nurse answered.<\/p>\n
I explained that I had found an old genetic screening related to Daniel.<\/p>\n
Her tone changed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you send it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I emailed the photographs from Margaret\u2019s kitchen.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Patel called personally.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura, where did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but not as much as what it says.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Daniel know he could pass Caleb\u2019s disease to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing is simple. Tell me what this means.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe marker on this old report is related to the pathway involved in Caleb\u2019s condition.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. The science at the time would not have allowed that conclusion.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty years ago, this marker was poorly understood. It would have been described as uncertain significance or elevated theoretical risk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Daniel have known Caleb would get sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot from this report.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief and anger collided.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he knew something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would a doctor have told him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the finding might matter, particularly for reproduction, but that its actual significance was unclear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my fingers against my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he didn\u2019t knowingly condemn Caleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word gave me air.<\/p>\n
Then Dr. Patel added, \u201cBut this helps us understand the inheritance pattern much better.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph of Daniel and Andrew.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould another relative carrying the same marker develop the same disease?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr pass it to a child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Andrew.<\/p>\n
If Andrew was Lily\u2019s biological father, he might carry the same familial risk only if he were related to Daniel.<\/p>\n
But he wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Unless the marker had nothing to do with Andrew.<\/p>\n
Then another possibility struck me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Lily be at risk because of Caleb\u2019s heart?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Genetic neurological disease isn\u2019t transmitted through a transplanted heart in that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I released a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if Daniel actually was her biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen her genetic risk might warrant evaluation.\u201d<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I looked down at Caleb\u2019s note.<\/p>\n
A.R. specimen transfer.<\/p>\n
Ask Grandma M.<\/p>\n
Caleb had followed this trail before me.<\/p>\n
He knew about Andrew.<\/p>\n
He knew about the uncertainty.<\/p>\n
And he had still written that Lily was Daniel\u2019s biological daughter.<\/p>\n
That meant he had discovered something after Andrew\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Something strong enough to overturn it.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded shaken.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura, Lily says Caleb gave her something before surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t tell me until now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he give her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA sealed DNA kit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told her if the transplant happened, she was supposed to send it to a laboratory afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose DNA?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood immediately.<\/p>\n
Caleb and Lily.<\/p>\n
A sibling test.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trying to prove whether they shared a father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she send it?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at Daniel\u2019s hidden records.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen do the results come?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe paid for expedited processing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said maybe a few days.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few days.<\/p>\n
Caleb had died without knowing for certain.<\/p>\n
Unless there was something else.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca said, \u201cLaura, there\u2019s another problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily says Caleb already tested someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what does she know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly what Caleb told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca drew a shaky breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he found the man who disappeared after Michael died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrew Reed.<\/p>\n
After almost twenty years, Caleb had found him.<\/p>\n
And whatever Andrew told my son had been important enough that Caleb had arranged one final DNA test from beyond the grave.<\/p>\n
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