I let out a loud, relieved laugh.
“Oh, thank God, I thought someone died.
Susan, that’s ridiculous.
The laboratory must have just mixed up the barcode samples.
We’ll call customer service on Monday and get them to run it again.”
“Mary,” Susan sobbed, her voice breaking into a terrified whisper.
“The test says you’re my mother.”
I nearly dropped my phone onto the hardwood floor.
A few minutes later, while I was still trying to process what Susan had just said and convince myself it was a massive technological glitch, Linda called on the other line.
Her results showed exactly the same terrifying thing.
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