Kayla closed one notebook gently. “We don’t get to choose where we come from.”
Jasmine nodded. “But we do get to choose what we do with the truth.”
They stood together in the dusty sunlight filtering through the attic window.
For years, their lives had been built on protection, silence, and fear.
Now they stood on truth.
The DNA test they had taken as a joke had rewritten their identity.
It had exposed a lie meant to bury the past.
But it had also given them something powerful — their real story.
The truth doesn’t disappear.
It waits.
And when it returns, it asks for courage.
But for those willing to face it, it also brings freedom.
