Susan turned toward me in shock.
“You’re talking about Dad?”
I said nothing.
“Mom, that’s impossible.”
“I know how it sounds.”
“No!” she cried. “You don’t understand. This proves that you’ve lost touch with reality.”
Emily woke up and began moving restlessly. I tried to soothe her, but my hands were trembling.
The judge watched me for a few seconds before asking:
“Where are this child’s birth and medical records?”
My lawyer placed another folder before him.
“The documents are authentic. The baby is genetically Mrs. Miller’s daughter.”
“And who is the father?”
At that exact moment, the courtroom door opened. Everyone turned around. What happened next read in the comments
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An elderly man of about eighty stood in the doorway, leaning on a cane and wearing a dark blue suit. His white hair had grown thin, and his steps were slow, but I recognized his eyes immediately.
