"This is... this can't be..."
"Your name is on my DNA match. Fifty percent. Parent-child relationship."
"I don't understand."
"My mother's name is Diane. Diane Mitchell. You slept with her twenty-four years ago in Chicago."
He sat down like his legs couldn't hold him anymore.
"Diane. Oh my God. Diane."
"You remember her."
"We were together for three months. She disappeared. I came home one day and she was just... gone. No note, no explanation. I looked for her for years."