He demanded a DNA test to question my son. The results, however, revealed his secret…

She pulled out the printed report, put on her reading glasses, and began to scroll down the page.

Her expression went through several phases in a matter of seconds.

First, smug satisfaction.

Then confusion.

Then something that sounded like the beginning of an alarm.

Then her face turned red and she said out loud that it didn’t make any sense.

The room went completely silent.

Dave asked her what she meant.

Patricia tried to fold the paper and said that the lab must have made a mistake.

Robert reached across the table without raising his voice and took the report from her.

He put on his glasses and read.

The silence lasted several seconds.

Then Robert put down the paper and quietly told Patricia that she had dug her own grave.

She curtly ordered him to explain.

Robert turned the report to Dave and told him to read the highlighted section.

Dave leaned forward.

His expression changed, just as a person’s face changes when they read something that doesn’t match their expectations.

He looked up and said slowly that the report confirmed that Sam was his son.

Patricia replied abruptly that of course it was, that wasn’t the problem.

Dave continued reading.

Then he looked at Robert.

He said, carefully and quietly, that the report also said something else.

Robert nodded.

Dave turned the page and turned to Patricia.

According to a thorough analysis comparing all three generations, Robert was not Dave’s biological father.

When the table stopped breathing,

The words settled in the room like something irreversible.

Patricia paled.

She said it was absurd. That those tests couldn’t prove anything.

Robert looked at her with a firmness that was harder to bear than anger.