“Are you okay?” It wasn’t until she asked that I realized I’d been standing, staring at my phone, reading and rereading the results. Fifty percent match. I looked up and gave her a shaky smile. “Yes,” I said. Then I laughed and grabbed my purse. “I have to go.” “But your other hand,” she said. I tossed eighty dollars onto the chair and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
