The Accidental Daughter

Summary

The girl who was supposed to be me showed up on a Tuesday, clinging to my mother’s legs and sobbing that she was the real daughter.

My mother froze. My older brother, Mark, froze. I froze.

Mark, ever the man of action, immediately declared he was taking us all for DNA tests. Mom, her legs threatening to give out, fumbled for her phone to call my dad. “David, you need to come home. I think we have the wrong daughter.”

My father’s reply was unnervingly calm. “I know.”

“What do you mean, you know?”