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.

You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“They’re here,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away. “My family. They came after all.”

Rachel followed my gaze, her expression hardening slightly. She’d heard enough stories over four years to form her own opinions about my father. “Well,” she said finally, squeezing my hand, “now they get to see what they almost continue reading …