“I’m their father,” I said, relief flooding through me so completely my knees actually went slightly weak. “Both of them.”
“I told you,” Corinne said, though her own relief was written just as clearly across her face as mine.
But the lab report included something else, an additional page neither of us had specifically requested — a basic ancestry composition analysis, standard with the testing package we’d chosen, breaking down the genetic markers present across both boys.
Owen’s results showed a fairly typical mix, closely matching what we already understood about both our family backgrounds.
Malcolm’s results showed something considerably different — a significant percentage of West African ancestry, clearly present in his genetic markers, that appeared nowhere in either of our own previous understanding of our family histories.
