My husband let his friend convince him our children might not be his. I told myself if he crossed that line, our marriage was over.

I want a divorce.”

He blinked. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh. “Over a test?”

“No,” I said. “Over what the test means.”

Upstairs, one of the twins ran across the hallway. I could hear their footsteps overhead. Ordinary house sounds. Bedtime sounds. The sounds of children who had no idea their father had continue reading …