I had written those words down.
I still keep them in my wallet.
Because after everything that happened, that is the truth I believe.
Not the DNA reports.
Not Greenhaven’s labels.
Not Darius’s announcement.
That.
The airplane leveled above the clouds.
Sunlight poured through the windows.
Leah fell asleep against Caleb’s shoulder.
He rolled his eyes but carefully adjusted her blanket.
I looked at my children.
Yes.
My children.
And for the first time in years, there was no question attached to those words.
No laboratory report.
No courtroom definition.
No secret.
Just certainty.
Somebody had switched our embryos seven years earlier.
Somebody had lied to protect the clinic.
Somebody I loved had hidden the truth because he wanted to control what happened next.
But the people who believed they could rearrange our family like names on laboratory labels had misunderstood the most important thing.
They could change biology.
