Zander sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The envelope containing the results of the DNA test felt heavy in his hands, each fold of the paper like a weight on his chest.

He couldn’t look at it. Not yet. But the truth, the one thing he’d tried to avoid, was staring him right in the face. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyes, the rage bubbling up inside of him. The test confirmed it—Ethan was his son.

A hundred thoughts swirled in his mind. How could this have happened? How could he have not known for so long? And what did this mean...