At my graduation, my father suddenly announced he was cutting me out. “You’re not even my real daughter,” he said. The room fell silent. I walked to the podium, smiled, and said, “Since we’re revealing DNA secrets…” Then I opened the envelope — and his wife turned pale.

even started therapy, all things that would have been unthinkable in her previous life as Mrs. Matthew Richards.

“I’m learning who Diana is,” she told me during one of our weekly calls. “It’s terrifying and exhilarating.”

I understood exactly what she meant. I was doing the same thing at Yale, discovering who Natalie Richards was when defined by her continue reading …