I became a mother at seventeen and spent eighteen years believing the boy I loved had run from us. Then my son took a DNA test to find his father, and one message pulled the floor out from under everything I thought I knew.

He left.

He ran.

He didn’t want us.

That was the story.

The only story.

📱 Back to the Kitchen

Leo finally spoke.

“I took a DNA test.”

My stomach dropped.

“And… I got a match.”

I couldn’t breathe.

A message.

From a man.

“Hi… I think I might be your father.
I’ve been looking for you for years.”

I looked at Leo.

Then back at the screen.

Then again.