“Sewa, help me.
My ex-husband is trying to take our son away from me.”
— How, then, Liz?— his gaze is icy; my heart stops, but I have no choice. If he doesn’t help me, then I won’t have anyone to hope for.
— Marry me—my throat goes dry as I say it.
— Formally. And recognize the child.
— Any test will show it’s a lie—you understand that yourself.
— I have connections in the lab; I’ll take care of that.
Five years ago I crushed his feelings and left without explanations. I lied. I married someone else—who turned out to be a monster.
And now I’m lying again, because a positive DNA test will reveal the truth that I’ll never be able to admit.