As I cleaned the bathroom, my thoughts were more tangled than the hair strands I had just discovered. It all seemed so strange, and I kept asking myself: was I overreacting? James was never one to pull stunts like that.
However, getting the DNA test seemed like the only way to find clarity, something solid to anchor myself to. I sent the hair in that small envelope, knowing it might hold all the answers I needed. All I could do now was hope I was ready for whatever those answers might reveal.
