A DNA test flipped my world upside down. At 18, I took one just for fun, hoping to learn something quirky about my heritage. But instead of Viking blood, I found a close match—Daniel, a brother I never knew I had. Confused and shocked, I confronted my dad, who admitted to an old affair and begged me to keep it secret.

But something didn’t add up. I messaged Daniel, and we agreed to meet. He remembered a shared childhood, a house fire, and our parents dying but I had no memory of that. My supposed father had told a different story, one that made Daniel sound like an outsider, not family.