He Abused His Own Blood

Summary

At my high school graduation party, just as I was standing up to give a toast of gratitude to my father, he suddenly walked up to the stage and snatched the microphone from my hands.

"Actually," he said, his voice echoing through the speakers, "I’m not your father."

The entire banquet hall fell dead silent.

I thought he was playing some sort of sick, awkward joke. I reached out to take the microphone back, but he shoved me away so hard I nearly lost my footing.

"The night you were born, I switched you with my brother’s baby in the hospital nursery," he announced, staring out at the…