If a close match appeared, the service could contact me; it could not simply hand my identity and medical details to a stranger because he had money.

I paid ten twenty-dollar bills.

Fourteen dollars remained from the cash in my wallet.

I rubbed the swab along the inside of my cheek, sealed the tube, checked the barcode, and kept the receipt.

It was November 2.

I wrote that date on the information sheet before putting it in my bag.

I went because I wanted information for my daughter.

I did not imagine that finding information for her would bring somebody looking for me.