Emma stood beside him, eyes red, nodding along.
"Mom, I've been your daughter for all these years. I've been right here beside you the whole time. Can you really not tell whether I'm real or not?"
"Some scammer feeds you a few lines and you believe them, but you won't believe me. Why?"
I spoke coldly.
"Then do you dare take a DNA test with me?"
The blind girl's results were already back. Black and white on the page—she was my biological daughter. I had the proof in my hands. That was why I was this furious, this certain.
But to my surprise, Emma just looked at me with a weary sigh.
"Fine. If that's what it takes for you to believe me, we can go today."
She said it without flinching, without even a flicker of hesitation.
That afternoon, we went and had the test done.
The results showed she was indeed my biological daughter.
"Well, Deidre? Got anything left to say? This was all you—paranoid, delusional. How was Emma ever not our daughter?"
I went numb, gripping the paper so hard my knuckles ached.
How was this possible?
I checked it over and over. There was nothing wrong with the results.
Afraid someone might have tampered with the sample midway, I insisted: "Do it again."