HUSBAND:
What the hell are you doing here?!
GET OUT!
WIFE:
Please, listen! I’m not lying!
HUSBAND:
I told you: after I saw the DNA test that says Austin isn’t my son, I don’t want to hear anything!
WIFE:
JUST 5 MINUTES, OK?! Look, I was still sure it was a horrible mistake your mother set up. So, I also did a DNA test.
HUSBAND:
So what? Your results will “miraculously” show that Austin is mine?
WIFE:
No, it’s much worse, it’s TERRIBLE… Gosh, I still can’t believe it. Turns out, our son is not even mine either.
HUSBAND (stunned):
What… what are you talking about?
WIFE (tearing up, voice shaking):
The hospital. They… they switched the babies. Austin isn’t ours. Not yours, not mine.
HUSBAND:
You’re joking. You have to be joking—
WIFE:
I wish I were. I redid the test with my DNA too, just to prove your mother wrong. And the results came back… Austin is not biologically related to either of us.
HUSBAND (steps back, eyes wide):
Then whose child is he?!
WIFE:
I don’t know. But our real son… he’s out there somewhere. In another home. With another family who doesn’t even know.
HUSBAND (voice cracking):
And Austin? What about him?!
WIFE (crying now):
He’s still our son. I raised him. I held him first. I watched his first steps. I don’t care what DNA says. He’s mine. But we deserve to know the truth — and so does he.
HUSBAND (quietly):
So what now?
WIFE (looking him in the eye):
Now… we find our real son.
And we protect the boy we’ve already loved like our own.
Both of them deserve the truth.
Even if it breaks us.