Right after delivery, my husband smirked at the newborn: “We need a DNA test to be sure it’s mine.” I held the baby tightly, tears in my eyes, and whispered, “Fine, let’s do it.” Days later, the doctor stared at the lab results with a pale face and said, “Ma’am, call the police right now.”

it doesn’t matter. I have them. Now back away, or neither of you will live to see the news reports.”

She began to back up slowly toward the open doors of the van, the gun still trained on us. The driver, a shadowed figure behind the tinted glass, revved the engine impatiently.

Think, I ordered myself. Look at the board. Find the weakness.

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