“Ma’am, we’ve checked the data twice. But these results are biologically inconsistent with the ages you’ve given us. We need to collect new samples and verify your identities.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
The following morning, I drove to our parents’ old house.
My mother had died seven years earlier, and my father had passed away twelve years ago.
Most of their belongings were still stored in the attic.
After searching for nearly three hours, I found an old metal box.
Inside were birth certificates, hospital documents, and a letter written in my mother’s handwriting.Track Pregnancy
On the envelope were the words:
“For Mary. Open only when the truth can no longer be hidden.”
My hands began shaking.
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