laughed.
At first, I thought she had misunderstood.
Then she kept laughing.
A broken, breathless sound.
“No.”
Calvin approached her carefully.
“Listen to me.”
“No.”
“The records showed two female patients.”
“Yes.”
“One was labeled Rachel.”
“Yes.”
“But Samuel controlled the labels.”
She backed away.
“No.”
Dorothy stared at Calvin.
“What are you saying?”
He opened his phone.
“Two years ago I found genetic testing in the archive. I thought it showed Rachel wasn’t Melissa.”
“What did it actually show?”
“That she wasn’t biologically related to Thomas.”
I froze.
“Which ruled out Melissa.”
“Yes.”
“But if she was Samuel’s daughter, she should still be related to me.”
Calvin nodded.
“Exactly.”
Rachel stopped moving.
A terrible quiet fell over the room.
She whispered, “Then who am I?”
My father looked ill.
“You need to see the rest of Melissa’s recording.”
I clicked play.
Melissa’s face returned.
“There is something else.”
She
