Perhaps you are mostly interested in the details.
Who is my genetic father? How did this happen? Options I came up with were: an affair, rape, or sperm donor. None of these made sense, for various reasons.
In any case—if you want the short version, here.
And it’s more or less the same story as mine, so rather than drag out the plot and reveal key characters like a mystery miniseries, I’ll refer you to Dani Shapiro’s excellent book.
I know the facts now, but the edges, the specifics, are compelling. I want to have all of the shrouded pieces. In bed at 2am my eyes move back and forth behind closed lids looking for the stories. I suspect that I’ll always want more, and more, and more. These parts will never make up a whole, but I cannot stop wanting each one.
"The unthought known"