I didn’t know him, not in the way I should. The same blood ran in my veins and that alone told me all I needed to know. Judgement by DNA – if the courts could convict on such a body of evidence, then why should I move passed my judgements? I only had fragments, puzzle pieces, really – fractured pieces of a life when it briefly intersected mine. Fiction had filled the missing holes, based on partial truths and the evidence found in my DNA. It was easy to play the blame game when I didn’t know the story through his eyes. If I did, then maybe these assumptions would stop making an ass out of me. Guilty before proven innocent – the flaw in the justice system when it came to dysfunctional families.