After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

to repair what I broke. I start small—playdates at the park, short visits, building trust. At first, Nathan is shy, unsure. But slowly, he warms up to me. We laugh, build Lego castles, have pancake mornings.

Emily watches, cautious but hopeful.

One night, Nathan falls asleep on my chest while we’re watching a cartoon. Emily stands in the doorway, arms continue reading …