Swabbing the baby’s mouth
One afternoon, while his wife napped, the father seized the opportunity. He carefully opened the DNA kit, his hands trembling.
Gently, he swabbed the baby’s mouth, trying not to wake her. He sealed the sample, hiding his actions from everyone.
Later, he mailed it to the lab, a heavy weight settling in his chest. ‘Please, let this be nothing,’ he silently prayed, watching the postbox swallow his fears.