I took a DNA test out of curiosity, and the results came back with a shocker: I had a brother named Daniel. I asked my dad about it, and he went pale.
“Listen,” he said, his voice shaky. “Don’t tell your mom. She doesn’t know. I had an affair years ago. If she finds out, she’ll leave.”
I promised to keep quiet, but I had to know more. So, I reached out to Daniel, and we met up.
“You remember the lake by our old house?” he asked, grinning. “We’d swing on that old swing set and throw rocks.”
I frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We never lived together.”
He looked confused. “What do you mean? We lived together until we were five. And Scruffy, the dog, he’d follow us everywhere.”
I stiffened. “My dad says you’re the affair child. I only found out about you days ago.”
Daniel’s face fell. “Wait… you think I’m the affair child?” He paused, a dark look crossing his face. “So you don’t remember THAT DAY?” ⬇️
