“And you think that gives you the right to just show up and throw our lives into chaos?” Mark’s voice was low, controlled—but barely. “No,” Daniel said, quietly. “But not knowing… that would’ve felt worse. For him. For me. Maybe even for you.” Lucas’s chest tightened. “I don’t want fighting. I just want to know the truth.”
Mark looked at his son, his face unreadable. “You think I haven’t wondered, now that this is out in the open? You think I haven’t gone back in my head, trying to find cracks I didn’t see before?” “You don’t have to wonder anymore,” Daniel said. “We can take a test.” “And if it says you’re not his father?” Mark asked sharply.