I told him that on the day I informed Andrew I was pregnant, he disappeared, and I never heard from him again.
But a few days ago, he walked into the kitchen, looking very pale, and said to me:
“Mom, I didn’t want to hurt you, so I took a DNA test without telling you. I just wanted to find my dad and ask him why he abandoned us.”
I felt my heart race.
“Did you find him?” I asked.
With a trembling voice, he replied:
“No, not him. But I found his sister and wrote to her.”
Honestly, I was surprised.
I had never met any sister of Andrew’s, and I didn’t even know he had one.
Then Leo told me that she replied and explained what had really happened to Andrew that day, eighteen years ago.
Leo handed me his phone.
My hands began to tremble as I read every line.
Then I screamed:
“My God! So that was what really happened eighteen years ago? What was Andrew doing back then? This can’t be true!”
