I was horrified to discover the same birthmark on my niece that I remembered seeing on my husband. But before jumping to conclusions, I decided to do a secret DNA test that I knew would reveal the truth.
Under the cedar tree, I cradled baby Sofia, though she was my sister-in-law Fiona’s daughter. As I changed Sofia’s diaper, I noticed a birthmark identical to David’s. “Fiona and David’s closeness now seemed a clue in a puzzle I hadn’t known I was assembling.”
That night, as I helped David dry off after his shower, my suspicion deepened. “It was too identical to Sofia’s. The similarity was undeniable, and it crushed me.” I secretly collected Sofia’s saliva and David’s hair for a DNA test, whispering to myself, “I need to know if Fiona is his mistress.”
When the results came in, I confronted them. “Tell me the truth, Sofia is your child!” Their silence was deafening. I fled, sick with betrayal, only to realize I was pregnant.
Later, David insisted, “Fiona is my sister!” But I wouldn’t listen. “If it looks like a rat and smells like one, what the hell am I supposed to call it?”
Finally, Fiona revealed the same birthmark. “It’s a family trait,” she explained. The DNA test confirmed David wasn’t Sofia’s father.
Relieved, I apologized. “We are family,” Fiona said as we embraced. Months later, holding my newborn son Zack, I realized my family was still whole.
