Love Beyond Biology
Later, I watched Aiden play with his blocks. He was mine—test or no test.
Vanessa called, almost cheerful.
“Did you get the results?”
“Yes,” I answered. “He’s not my son by blood. But he’s my son in every way that matters.”
Then she asked about federal aid for Aiden’s care. I was stunned.
“No. You left us. You don’t get to make demands now.”
“I’ve changed,” she pleaded.
I hung up, seething.
