After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

paternity test.”

Silence.

“You got what you wanted,” she says, cold and distant. “What else is there?”

“I was wrong. The lab messed up. Please. Just give me ten minutes.”

The pause stretches so long I think she’s hung up. Then she exhales sharply. “Tomorrow. Noon. At the park by our old place. Don’t be late.”

The line goes dead.

I don’t sleep. My mind replays continue reading …