Priya stared at me. “They actually expected you to move out of your own house?” I nodded, then admitted there was something else my parents did not know I had discovered. Six months earlier, Camille had taken a commercial DNA test while researching our family tree. She jokingly sent me her results because several relatives made no sense. I took the same test. We matched as half-sisters, not full sisters. After repeating the testing through an accredited laboratory, the result was the same: Dad was my biological father, but he was not Camille’s.
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