My best friend of 37 years suddenly asked me to take one LAST photo together during our beach trip. When I asked why she said “last,” she gave me an unsettling smile and whispered, “Because tomorrow, you’re going to find out who I really am… and you may never want to see me again.”

And the last tab, way at the end.

GeneLine — Your Family Results.

I frowned. Two Christmases ago, Russ had bought DNA kits for the whole family as a joke. Me, his sister, his parents. I’d spit in a tube on Christmas morning, laughing, and forgotten all about it. Russ had set up the accounts. I never even logged in.

The page was still open. It wasn’t Russell’s results.

It was mine.

CHAPTER 4: CLOSE RELATIVES
Meredith Dunmore — Ancestry Composition. A colorful map. Irish. English. A little Scandinavian. All the things my mother had always told me.

Below it, a section I’d never seen.

Your DNA Relatives.

The first name on the list was a second cousin in Ohio I’d never heard of. The second was a third cousin in Oregon.

But above both of them, at the very top, in a gold box marked Close Family, was a single entry.

Paige Calder.