Switched at Birth, Bound by Betrayal

I couldn’t breathe. “That’s impossible,” I said. “DNA tests are wrong all the time.”

He shook his head. “That’s what I told myself too. So I took another one.”

My chest tightened. “And?” “Same result,” he said quietly. “You and dad aren’t

my biological parents.” I felt dizzy. “I gave birth to you. I remember holding

you. I never left the hospital.” “I know,” he said. “I didn’t want to

believe it either.” My voice started to shake. “Then how do you explain it?”

He hesitated, then reached into his bag and pulled out a small stack of yellowed papers.

“I found these in the attic,” he said. “Old letters.” I stared at them. “Letters from who?”