Chapter 10 - DANIEL DECIDED WHETHER TO FIND THE DONOR
Once Daniel accepted that Robert remained his father regardless of biology, another question appeared.
Did he want to know who the donor was?
The fertility records contained a number.
No name.
The original clinic had closed in the 1990s.
Its records had been transferred, partially destroyed under old retention policies, or scattered between successor practices.
There was no guaranteed path to an identity.
Modern commercial DNA databases offered another route.
Daniel already had enough matches to suspect he could eventually identify the biological family if he wanted.
He hesitated.
Claire asked why.
“What if finding him makes Dad feel smaller?”
“He’s dead,” Claire said gently.
“I know.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
Daniel understood.
Robert had spent his life terrified that genetics would someday replace him.
Daniel did not want to reenact his father’s fear by pretending curiosity was betrayal.
He spoke to a therapist who specialized in donor-conceived adults.
The therapist gave him permission to hold more than one truth.
Robert could be his father.
The donor could still be biologically significant.
Daniel could want medical information without wanting another dad.
He could pursue identity.
Or not.
There was no morally correct answer.
Daniel eventually chose a middle path.
He used the DNA matches to contact one likely half-sibling through a confidential intermediary.
Her name was Allison.
She was forty-one and had discovered five years earlier that she too was donor-conceived.
The donor appeared to have been a medical student in Denver in the mid-1980s.
Allison had never found him with certainty.
She had found several half-siblings.
Daniel stared at the message for a long time.
Then he laughed.
“What?”
Claire asked.
“There may be nine of us.”
“Nine?”
“So far.”
Claire sat beside him.
“That’s a lot of Christmas cards.”
Daniel smiled.
The humor helped.
He did not tell Margaret immediately.
Not because he wanted revenge.
Because this part belonged to him.
That was another thing the family secret had stolen: Daniel’s right to decide how much of his own origin story he wanted to know.
Robert had loved him.
Margaret had feared the truth.
Neither fact gave them the right to control Daniel’s relationship with it forever.
Months later, Daniel met Allison for coffee.
It was awkward.
Then surprisingly ordinary.
They had similar hands.
Different personalities.
No cosmic recognition.
No instant sibling bond.
Just two adults comparing notes about something neither had chosen.
Daniel went home afterward and looked at one of Robert’s old photographs.
He felt no less his son.
That realization finally broke the last piece of Margaret’s bloodline argument inside him.
Biology could add information.
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It did not erase relationship.
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