A girl looking at her mother | Source: Midjourney
“You get your brown eyes from me, darling. And your hair color comes from my side of the family too. My brother has the exact same color, remember? That’s how genetics works sometimes. You don’t always look exactly like your parents.”
She seemed to consider this, but uncertainty lingered in her expression.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, an idea forming. “If you’re worried, we can prove it. There are tests that can show beyond a doubt that Dad is your biological father. Would that reassure you?”
Her eyes widened. “Like those TV shows where you find out who the real father is?”
A little girl staring straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
Still, I had to smile at her reference. “Yes, exactly like that. It’s called a DNA test.”
“Can we really do that?” Hope flashed across her face.
“Absolutely. We’ll order one tonight, and when the results come back, you’ll see Grandma was lying.”
“Will Dad be mad if I order a test?” she asked anxiously.
I shook my head. “Not at all. He’ll understand that you need reassurance. That’s what parents do. We help our children feel safe.” »
That same evening, after Hailey went to bed, I explained everything to Stan. His face darkened with every word.
Angry Man | Source: Midjourney
“What did she say to Hailey?” he asked. “Has she lost her mind?”
