My husband and I spent ten years doing everything we could to have a baby when I finally gave birth to triplets, he held each of them, looked at one of the girls, and said


PART 5 — THE IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION

I looked at our daughter.

Then at Nathan.

“You think she’s Emily’s daughter?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you’re saying she could be?”

Nathan nodded.

“That would mean…”

Neither of us finished the sentence.

The door opened.

A doctor entered with a folder.

“Mrs. Carter, your daughters are doing wonderfully.”

I smiled weakly.

“Doctor, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

I pointed toward our third daughter.

“Was anything unusual noted during her examination?”

The doctor checked the chart.

“No major abnormalities.”

“What about the birthmark?”

She looked at it.

“That was documented during the newborn exam.”

My heart raced.

“Did you take any genetic samples?”

The doctor paused.

“We took the standard newborn blood sample.”

Nathan looked at me.

Then he said:

“We need a DNA test.”

The doctor seemed surprised.

“Are you concerned about a medical condition?”

Nathan shook his head.

“No.”

He looked at our daughter.

“We’re concerned about her identity.”

PART 6 — THE TEST

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