Inside were a stack of faded envelopes tied with a ribbon, a folded lab report, and a letter in Mom\u2019s handwriting addressed to Milo. On top lay a small photograph. Milo picked it up, and his hands began to shake. It was a picture of a young woman with curly hair, holding a newborn. \u201cThat\u2019s my mom,\u201d he whispered. \u201cThat\u2019s me. Where did she get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
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The attorney cleared his throat. \u201cThose envelopes were found in your mother\u2019s attic,\u201d he said to me, \u201cin the desk your brother used as a teenager.\u201d I looked at my brother. He had sat back down, his face gray. Milo glanced at the name on the top envelope, my brother\u2019s name, then unfolded the lab report and read the first line aloud. Grandparentage test. Probability of relationship: 99.8 percent. Then he looked up at my brother. \u201cYou\u2019re my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
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