PART 2
The name was Gil Mercer.
Uncle Gil.
He wasn’t really my uncle. He was my dad’s best friend from the feed store. He’d been at every birthday, every Easter, every Christmas Eve of my life.
He taught me to ride a bike when Dad was working double shifts.
He cried at my wedding harder than my father did.
And according to the site, he was my son’s grandfather.
Which meant he was my father.
I sat at my kitchen table until 2 a.m.
Sam found me there.
He read the screen over my shoulder. Then he read it again.
“Becca,” he said softly. “Your mom did this to prove Tucker wasn’t mine.”
“I know.”
“And it proved you aren’t your dad’s.”
“I know.”
The next morning, I printed two pages.
The first showed Tucker’s father match. Sam. 99.9%.
The second showed the grandfather match.
On Christmas Eve, I drove to my mother’s farmhouse with both pages in an envelope.
The whole family was there. Russ and his wife. Their kids. My father in his recliner. And Uncle Gil by the fireplace, like always.
My mother saw me and stiffened. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“I brought you something,” I said. “For the Christmas card.”
I handed her the envelope.
She opened the first page and smiled.
“Well,” she said loudly, “I suppose we’ll finally settle this.”
Then she read it.
Her smile faded.
“That’s… fine,” she said. “So he’s Sam’s.”
“Keep reading.”
She turned to the second page.
I watched the color leave her face in real time.
“Where did you get this?”
“From the test you ordered with my son’s toothbrush.”
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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