My wife insisted we do DNA tests for fun.
“It’ll be interesting to see where our families came from.”
I agreed.
A month later, the results arrived.
The ancestry report wasn’t surprising.
The family matching section was.
It listed a child.
Age: 9.
Relationship:
Parent.
I stared at the screen.
We had no children.
I assumed it was a mistake.
The testing company confirmed it wasn’t.
The child’s sample had been submitted months earlier.
The emergency contact listed for the child…
was my wife.
When I confronted her,