Chapter 29 — Blood and Choice

I sat with that photograph for a long time, and I felt the ground of my identity shift under me, and then, slowly, steady again.

Because here is the thing I decided, sitting on the floor of my apartment with my son asleep down the hall and my father in the next room.

Truett Rennick had given me half my DNA.

He had also buried the man beside him in that photograph alive, and let a woman raise his child in a house of ice, and hurt more people than I would ever fully know.

Emmerson Marsden shared not one gene with me.