I Did My Wife's Paternity Test

Synopsis

I'm a paternity tester. It's a job that makes for awkward small talk, and most days, it's just as uncomfortable as it sounds. This morning, I hadn't even finished my first coffee when a new case landed on my desk. The request was... unusual. The file was for a set of boy-girl twins. My eyes drifted to the contact number on the screen. The last four digits were 1314. The breath caught in my throat. That was my wife's number. And we have boy-girl twins, too. A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Please, don't let this be her file.