When I came home early, I overheard Samantha whispering, “I can’t tell Mom the truth. She’ll hate me forever.” My heart pounded. I couldn’t imagine what secret she was hiding. Samantha,
now sixteen, had always been my heart. But that day, she seemed different—nervous, distant. When I confronted her, she confessed: “I did an ancestry test. It says you’re not my biological mother.”The words hit me like a punch. I took her hand and gently explained,