Result: 99.8% match.
The world seemed to stop.
“That… that can’t be,” I whispered.
Adrian looked at me calmly.
“It’s true. You were my father all along.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“Mom knew,” he continued. “But she was afraid if you found out, I’d leave her to live with you.”
Suddenly every memory returned like a storm.
Every cruel word.
Every moment I refused him affection.
The day I threw him out of my house.
My own son.
I sank into a chair.
“My God… what have I done?”
Adrian approached slowly.
“The same mistake many parents make,” he said gently. “They forget a child doesn’t need blood. They need love.”
I covered my face with my hands.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” I said.
He was quiet for a moment.
Then he spoke again.
“I’m not asking for forgiveness. But there is something I want.”
“Anything.”
He looked directly into my eyes.
“I want you to call me son. Just once. Not for me… for you.”
