12
One day, I got a call from a stranger.
She said her name was Jillian.
She wanted to talk to me about something
important.
It took me a second to figure it out.
Jillian was Tiffany’s sister?
What did she want with me?
With that question in my head, I met her.
She was even prettier than in the video.
She didn’t look anything like Tiffany, bigger
eyes, a straighter nose, a warm, kind vibe.
When she saw me, she seemed excited.
I was a little uncomfortable, I said, “What did
you want to talk about?”
She pulled out a file and handed it to me,
gesturing for me to open it.
Confused, I opened it, and the words
“Parentage Test” jumped out at me, sending
a shiver down my spine.
When I saw the conclusion: “The probability
of a parental relationship between Abigail and
Daniel Harrison is 99.9%,”
I looked up in shock. “What… what does this
mean?”
Jillian’s eyes were red, she cautiously took my
hand. “Abigail, you’re my sister.”
“No way!”
I denied it.
I’d grown up with the Joneses, they weren’t
rich, but they were good parents, I was happy.
I couldn’t be her sister.
Г
Jillian could see I was upset, she said,
“Abigail, let me explain.”
“I’ve always suspected Tiffany wasn’t my real
sister, so I had a test done without my
parents knowing, and I was right.”
“Then I looked into the hospital where she
was born, and followed the clues until I found
you.”
“I talked to your parents, they gave me your DNA, so…”
I cut her off. “So, my parents knew about this?”
Jillian nodded.
Г
The people I’d called Mom and Dad for 18
years, suddenly, they weren’t, I’d been
switched at birth.
I couldn’t take it in. “Are you sure you didn’t
make a mistake?”
Jillian shook her head. “I’m sure, you’re my sister.”
After a long silence, I said quietly:
“I need some time to think.”
