out the floor wasn’t where he thought it was.
“There’s a match,” Mark said, and his voice sounded as if it were coming from very far away. “A half-sibling. Paternal side.”
“Okay,” I said carefully.
“Maybe it’s a mistake. Those tests aren’t always…”
“It’s not a mistake,” he cut me off, shoving the paper toward me. “The ethnicity’s wrong too. There’s no continue reading …