Now 94 and living a quiet life, Cecily Larson, when her family surprises her with an at-home DNA test, finds the unexpected results not only bringing to light the tragic love story she's kept hidden for decades but also calls into question everything about the family she's raised and claimed as her own.

People say you get one life, but I've lived three. I was born Ellen Hardy in 1900, dragged up in Queen Caroline's Yard, Norwich.There was nothing royal about our yard, and Mum was no queen. At six years old Mum sold me. I became Nellie Westrop, roaming the country in a showman's wagon, learning the art of the fair. And I've been the infamous Queenie of Norwich, moving up in the world by any means, legal or not. I've been heartbroken, abandoned, bought...