Checkup Exposed My Dad’s Double Life

My dad scheduled a physical for me. When the nurse was drawing my blood, I heard her ask, "Is this for a bone marrow match sample?"

I froze. That wasn't listed on my physical exam form at all.

And why would I need a match anyway?

The lab slip in the nurse's hand accidentally fluttered to the floor.

As I bent to pick it up, a few lines of text jumped out at me:

Patient: Chloe Davis. Diagnosis: Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.

Guardian Signature: Robert Anderson.

Robert Anderson was my father, but who the hell was Chloe Davis?

I called my dad right away: