The DNA test kit arrived three days later in a plain white envelope.
Jake had been checking the mail obsessively, intercepting it before Dorothy could see what came. When he finally held the envelope in his hands, he felt a wave of guilt so strong he almost threw it away.
But he didn’t.
He hid it in his car, in the console between the seats, and told himself he’d think about it. Maybe he wouldn’t even use it. Maybe the doubt would fade and he’d realize he was being paranoid.
But the doubt didn’t fade.
It got worse.
Every time Jake looked at Kylee, he noticed things. The way her eyes were so dark they were almost black. The tight curls in her hair that neither he nor Dorothy had. Her skin tone that kept getting darker instead of lighter.
Every time Dorothy deflected a question about
