"Don't."
I walked out and didn't look back.
Bree and I got drinks after. Seemed fitting — two strangers bonded by the strangest situation imaginable.
"So what now?" she asked.
"I don't know. Therapy, probably. A lot of it."
"Do you think we're actually related? The resemblance is too exact to be coincidence."
"I've been thinking about that. I'm going to take a DNA test."
"Me too. Let me know what you find?"