He pressed the paper to his forehead, tears stinging his eyes. The children were his, undeniably his. Yet the memory of the card flared back: Here’s to celebrate everything that you do, my love. Who had written those words? And who exactly were they for?
When he emerged, the boys were watching cartoons, shouting over the noise. Claire moved through the kitchen silently, her back turned to him. He wanted to tell her everything, to beg forgiveness, but pride and uncertainty froze him. The DNA results gave answers, but the card left questions unresolved.