Alone in the Cold
Language: en
The city streets blurred past the passenger window. My brain was still stuck on an endless loop, replaying the word "Positive" printed on the clinic’s lab results. My wife suddenly broke the silence. Her voice was cold enough to freeze water. "There is something you need to know." The smile died on my face. I watched her pull a folded document from her designer bag and toss it onto my lap. It was a DNA report. Under the section labeled "Father", a name was stamped in bold ink. Garrison. My own brother-in-law. "That night you were burning up with a fever and passed out in the back seat."…