“Do you want me to let you go?” The man’s icy eyes cool my enthusiasm. “But you said yourself it’s a chain of coincidences!” I mumble incoherently. “Your daughter ruined my marriage!” “I’m sorry. She’s still a child; she doesn’t know what can be said and what can’t. She’s only six.” “Exactly! Everything matches. She’s six, and you have multicolored eyes. I want the girl to take a DNA test!” “For what?” “Arişa is a copy of my younger brother!” My happy family life collapses in an instant. Returning late from a work shift, I don’t find my daughter at home. My husband insists he was asleep and heard nothing. An hour later I find the child at the new neighbor’s, but he isn’t in a hurry to give me my baby. He demands a test of kinship!