I took a DNA test out of curiosity, and the results came back with a shocker: I had a brother named Daniel. I went to my dad, trying to get some answers, and he turned pale. "Look," he stammered, barely able to hold eye contact, "Don't tell your mom. She doesn't know. I had an affair years ago. If she finds out, she'll leave." I promised to keep quiet, but I had to know more. So, I reached out to Daniel, and we met up. "You remember the lake by our old house?" he asked, grinning. "We'd swing on