“So much effort. No fun at all. She’s clumsy
and a terrible actress. Maybe your dad should
just fake the DNA test and send her away.”
Me: ?
Like father, like daughter. Or, in this case, like
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mother, like not daughter.
Speak of the devil, my dad walked in.
“Meeting time! Emergency family meeting!”
“Are the DNA results back?” My brother
hurried down the stairs.
“Oh, great,” my little brother sighed
dramatically. “This family was already crazy
enough. One more, and I’ll go insane.”
Susan reappeared, eyes red–rimmed.
“So, the results are in. What are you going to do? I understand Ashley has properties and
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savings in her name, birthday and graduation
gifts. I don’t mind her staying here, but she
should return what belongs to me.‘
“And her engagement to the Peterson heir,
David Peterson, shouldn’t stand anymore.
Have you talked to the Petersons? Will they
cancel it or transfer it to me?”
“Hold on a second,” my dad interrupted.
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“Take a look at this.”
She took the envelope, pulled out the DNA
report, and her face went white. “This… this
is impossible!”
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“How can I not be your daughter?”
“I overheard my adoptive parents! They said
they switched the babies! They wanted their
child to have a better life! They resented
wealthy people, that’s why they abused me!”
Her cries were shrill and desperate, filled with
the anguish of shattered dreams. This, at
least, felt genuine.
My mom sidled up to me, whispering, “When did you call your dad? I don’t remember that.”
I gave her a look. “Seriously? I was with you
the whole time. Besides, he wouldn’t have had
time to fake anything in just a few minutes.‘
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