That’s why I asked for the DNA test.
I wanted to know whether the child was connected to Jonathan.
And the answer was yes.
Michael looked at his mother.
Then where is Jonathan?
His mother hesitated.
I found him.
Michael’s eyes widened.
Where?
He’s alive.
Where is he?
Before she could answer, someone knocked on the front door.
Everyone turned.
His mother looked terrified.
The knocking came again.
Michael walked toward the door.
Who is it?
A man’s voice answered from outside.
My name is Daniel.
Michael looked at his mother.
She covered her mouth.
Michael opened the door.
A man in his early thirties stood outside.
He looked at Michael.
Then at the baby in Esther’s arms.
His eyes filled with tears.
I’m sorry.
Michael frowned.
Who are you?
The man looked toward Michael’s mother.
Then back at him.
I’m Jonathan’s son.
Michael couldn’t speak.
Daniel reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.
My father told me to give you this if you ever discovered the truth.
Michael took it.
What truth?
Daniel looked at Esther.
The truth about who the baby’s father really is.
Then he walked away.
Michael opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
