“I'm going for a DNA test, mom," Maren said, running her fingers around the tips of the glass of wine in front of her.
"That seems like the only thing to do right now though”
“I'm scared mom"
“Why?" her mom asked, as she divided an apple with the golden table knife in her hand.
“I mean, I really have no memory of having s*x with anyone aside from William. And Irene sounded so serious. I don't think she was lying, Mom."
"Well, only a test would prove that at this point.” She lifted a saucer of apples, which were already sliced into chunks, to Maren. “Apple?"
Maren looked at the apples and then at her mom. She just told her she was scared that Nathan's mom was a w***e and all she could do was offer her apples?
She loved her mom, but sometimes her confused emotions in critical tim
