Harry was stunned when the doctor told him the twin boys he had raised weren’t his. At the pediatrician’s office, Dr. Dennison explained that both boys’ blood types were incompatible with his, and DNA tests confirmed the unthinkable—they were his father’s children.
Fury and disbelief coursed through him as he drove home. He couldn’t confront Nancy yet; the boys were there. But once they left for a friend’s house, Harry erupted. “Did you sleep with my father, Nancy?”
Nancy’s face turned pale. She tried to explain, but the truth spilled out: a Vegas trip, a one-night encounter with Robert, and her pregnancy. Harry listened, numb, as she recounted how fear and uncertainty led her to sleep with him, making him think the babies were his.
Memories of their courtship and introducing Nancy to his parents collided with the present. Harry’s father admitted the secret had been kept between them.
The boys, oblivious, walked in, sensing tension. “Grandpa is our father?” Josh asked.
Harry’s world shattered. The twins had his father’s brown eyes, not his own blue ones. He wanted to be angry at Nancy and Robert, but all he could do was whisper, “I’m sorry,” realizing nothing could undo the past—and that the family he thought he knew was gone forever.
