Sarah felt a wave of emotions crashing over her—confusion, disbelief, and a stinging sense of betrayal. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before responding. “It’s not about hiding anything, John. It’s about trust. We’ve been married for six years, and I thought we had a solid foundation.”
John crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ve been having doubts, Sarah. Tim doesn’t look like me at all. People have made comments. It started as a joke, but it got me thinking.”
Sarah felt her heart sink. She recalled Tim’s cherubic face—the spitting image of her father, with the same bright eyes and mischievous grin. Genetics could be unpredictable, she thought. But she hadn’t considered that others might see it differently.
