The DNA didn’t lie. Somebody did.
I always knew where I came from. The Schulz family tree was populated with conscientious, hard-working moral citizens. So why were these so-called cousins claiming my ancestors had secret babies one hundred years ago?
I had to prove these allegations were false to protect my family’s name. Even if it meant traveling hundreds of miles to interrogate unknown relatives. Even if it meant finding a heart-stopping man who might be the perfect combination of genetic material from all our common pedigrees. His DNA would solve the mystery. His love would steal my heart.