Chapter 6: The Name Written on the Test
Nia stared at me like I had become a stranger.
Maybe I had.
Maybe that was the hardest part.
For years, I dreamed about the day I would meet my daughter again.
I imagined her running toward me.
I imagined hearing her call me Dad.
I imagined finally feeling whole.
I never imagined watching her wonder if I was even her father.
She picked up the DNA test.
Her hands shook.
“Tell me this isn’t true.””
I looked at her.
“I wish I could.””
Her eyes moved across the paper.
The numbers.
The names.
The dates.
Everything she never knew.
Her mother stepped forward.
“Nia, listen to me.””
Nia looked up.
“Why?””
The woman stopped.
“Why should I?””
“Because I love you.””
Nia laughed quietly.
“That’s what makes this worse.””
Her mother cried.
“I was trying to protect you.””
“No.””
Nia shook her head.
“You were trying to protect yourself.””
The words landed.
Her mother looked down.
I knew that pain.
The pain of finally hearing what you didn’t want to hear.
Marcus leaned against the counter.
“Your mother received the results when you were three.””
Nia looked at him.
“And?””
He hesitated.
Then looked at me.
“The test showed Bear was your biological father.””
Nia froze.
“What?””
Her eyes moved between us.
“But you said she wasn’t sure.””
I nodded.
“She wasn’t.””
“Then why?””
Her mother whispered:
“Because I didn’t believe the test.””
Everyone went silent.
Nia turned slowly.
“You didn’t believe science?””
The woman looked broken.
“I was afraid.””
“Afraid of what?””
Her mother looked at me.
“I was afraid I would lose you.””
The sentence sounded familiar.
Because it was the same excuse she had used before.
Fear.
Always fear.
Nia’s voice became colder.
“So you convinced yourself he wasn’t my father.””
“Yes.””
“And then?””
Her mother closed her eyes.
“Then I made a choice.””
“What choice?””
The woman looked at the floor.
“I changed your last name.””
Nia stopped breathing.
“What?””
“I thought if I removed his connection to you…”
She couldn’t finish.
Because everyone knew the ending.
I did.
“You thought I would give up.””
Her mother looked at me.
“Yes.””
Nia looked horrified.
“You wanted him to disappear.””
Silence.
Then Nia whispered:
“And he did.””
That hurt because it was true.
I wanted to argue.
I wanted to explain.
But I couldn’t.
Because she was right.
Her mother pushed the paper away.
“I was wrong.””
Nia stared.
“You were wrong for twenty-seven years.””
The woman covered her face.
“I know.””
“No.””
Nia shook her head.
“You don’t.””
She looked at me.
“Do you know how many times I wondered why my father didn’t love me?””
My chest tightened.
“Nia…”
“No.””
She wiped her tears.
“I need you to hear this.””
I nodded.
“I used to think something was wrong with me.””
The words nearly broke me.
“I thought maybe I wasn’t interesting enough. Maybe I wasn’t good enough.””
She looked at the photograph.
“I thought my own father chose not to know me.””
I stepped forward.
“I never thought that.””
“But I did.””
Her voice became smaller.
“I spent years blaming myself for something I didn’t even understand.””
Nobody spoke.
Then something unexpected happened.
Her mother reached for her.
Nia stepped away.
Not dramatically.
Not cruelly.
Just enough to show the distance that had been created.
That hurt more than anger.
Her mother whispered:
“I’m sorry.””
Nia looked at her.
“I don’t know what to do with that.””
The honesty was painful.
But real.
A notification appeared on my phone.
Again.
Same number.
I looked down.
Another message.
This time, it wasn’t three words.
It was a warning.
*She is not the only one who was lied to.*
I felt my stomach drop.
Nia noticed.
“What now?””
I locked the screen.
“Nothing.””
She immediately shook her head.
“No.””
Her eyes hardened.
“I’m done with everyone saying ‘nothing.’”
She pointed at the folder.
“My whole life was built on things nobody wanted to tell me.””
She stepped closer.
“If there is another secret, I want it now.””
I looked at Marcus.
He slowly nodded.
Because he knew.
The final truth was coming.
But before I could speak, the store doors opened.
A man walked in.
Older.
Gray hair.
Expensive coat.
He looked directly at me.
Then at Nia.
His face changed.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
He whispered:
“She looks exactly like her mother.””
Nia turned.
“Who are you?””
The man didn’t answer.
He only looked at me.
And said:
“Bear knows why your mother really ran.””
My blood went cold.
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Because that was the one thing I had never told Nia.
The one thing I promised myself I would take to my grave.
