“Eventually.”
I looked at the report.
“Why?”
“Because I had a question.”
“What question?”
His eyes met mine.
“Whether she was my grandmother.”
The room seemed to become utterly still.
I read the conclusion.
Not a match for a grandparent relationship.
My breath escaped.
“So she wasn’t.”
“No.”
“Then what does this have to do with me?”
Lucas took the report back.
“There was another match.”
“What?”
He placed a second page in front of me.
This wasn’t a laboratory report.
It was a family-tree diagram generated from a genealogy database.
Several names had been removed for privacy.
One branch was highlighted.
“We uploaded my DNA with Marianne’s permission,” Lucas said. “We were hoping to find the baby.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
The disappointment in his voice sounded genuine.
“But three weeks later, I received a new relative match.”
I stared at the chart.
“Who?”
“A man named Benjamin Hale.”
