“But first we need to keep the people we love from becoming casualties of this.”

Wyatt rubbed his eyes.

“We already are casualties.”

“You’re right,” I said.

“So let’s not make it worse.”

Austin reached across the table and tapped Wyatt’s knuckles, their private gesture since middle school whenever one of them got nervous.

Wyatt tapped back.

I realized then that whatever the DNA test revealed, their first relationship was one they’d built themselves.