I picked up my son in my arms and then took Manuela’s hand. She stood up from the couch, confused. The host was stunned. She knew we were leaving, and that hadn’t been planned. Her script had gone to hell.

I pulled the camera toward me and looked directly into its lens, while the cameraman stared at me, confused.

“The paternity test from back then was falsified by Oleg Chausson. I don’t know what genetic material he used. Maybe his own. Because Fred’s was not used. Fred was my ...