The One

🌸 Chapter 24

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On the back of the letter from the lab is a list of definitions. Half-sibling is defined as two people that share one parent's DNA but not the other. If they define it on the back then why did they use the word 'sibling' to describe Matty and I? After spending a while on my computer researching these type of DNA tests, I find something else concerning. The letter we got never gave us a percentage. This type of DNA test is supposed to give us a percent chance that we are related, this one doesn't. I need to call the lab and ask about this.

I hear the ringing on the other end of the line. "Clayton General, Laboratory Services office, how can I help you today?" I hate making phone calls.

"Hi, my name is Primrose Martin. I recently had a DNA test done at your lab. I picked up my results on Monday. But I'm concerned there are some inconsistencies with the test that I would like to talk to someone about."

"Hold please."

"Hi, you've reached Dr. Kerry, manager of the Laboratory Services office at Clayton General Hospital. I'm away from my desk right now, but if you leave a message, someone from my office will return your call as soon as possible."

I leave a detailed message about my concerns based on my research and Matty and I not being full siblings.

While I wait for his call back, I hop in my car and head to the larger hardware store in Clayton to pick out tile. I tuck the DNA letter in my purse just in case Dr. Kerry calls while I'm out.

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I stand in the middle of the aisle, surrounded by tile. I go through a checklist in my head. Master bath, floor, wall, shower, check. Kitchen backsplash, check. I have this idea for a mosaic in the laundry room. I've never made a tile mosaic before but I think I could do it. What I'm imagining would need lots of different colored tiles. I'd need to sketch my design and practice with the tile and see how I do. I get a thrill that runs through my body at the idea of an art project using a new medium.

As I'm putting the last few pieces of tile in my cart my phone rings. I answer it right away, "Hello?"

"Primrose Martin?"

"Yes."

"This is Dr. Kerry. I got your message and I have to say I am concerned by what you've described." I let go of the breath I was holding. His concern makes me feel validated. "You are sure your results were from our lab here at Clayton General?"

"Yes. I picked up the results on Monday from the pink haired receptionist."

"Well, that would definitely be us. Is there any way you could come in and bring the letter with you? The sooner the better."

"Well, I'm in Clayton right now at a hardware store. I could be there in twenty minutes?"

"Perfect, at the counter tell them you have an appointment with Dr. Kerry."

I rush through the checkout line and load my tiles into my car. I got just enough to see how the different tiles turn out in a practice mosaic and samples of what I want for the rest of the house.

I park at the hospital and am halfway across the parking lot when I hear my name. "Rosie!"

I try not to cringe when I see that it's Jamie. After his behavior this weekend, I want nothing to do with him. He rushes over with a big smile on his face. "Hey Jamie. I don't have long, I have an appointment."

He looks surprised, "Is it for the baby?"

My eyes couldn't open any wider, "Jamie! I'm not pregnant. I told you that."