It was meant to be the perfect gift--an ancestral DNA kit. A unique gift given to my mother with love and hope. I only wanted to help us heal, to give her something that could help fill the emptiness his death had made. I never imagined this gift would cost me more than money. What secrets lie hidden in your blood? What mysteries could your DNA solve? A cryptic riddle dropped into the bottom of the kit. Questions that I had not bothered to wonder about. My family's blood was full of secrets and mystery. Secrets that had been hidden for years. Secrets that would lead to death and pain. I had gave her with Pandora's box. I had given her death.