Then one night, Adam sat beside me, his face a mixture of discomfort and determination. “My mom thinks we should do a paternity test,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t yell. I simply said, “Okay. But on one condition…”
My calm response surprised him. He blinked, confused. “What’s the condition?” he asked hesitantly.
“If we’re going to do this, then she has to agree to something too. I want a test done as well—on you.”
