I came home in uniform with our one-year-old—my husband accused me with a DNA test and threw us out, until one call and the truth on his laptop exposed the plan he never thought I’d see

it over. Beck examined the heading, the signature, and the testing company’s name.

“Who collected the samples?”

“I used a swab on the baby,” Peter replied.

“Was her mother present?”

“No.”

“Was anyone’s identity independently verified? Was the sample tracked from collection to testing?”

Peter stayed silent.

Beck set the report back on the table.

“This document continue reading …