I stared at the screen for several minutes.
Something wasn't right.
For the first time, I seriously considered the possibility that Daniel had been right. What if something had happened at the hospital?
I spent the next several days convincing myself there had been a laboratory error.
There had to be.
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Nothing else made sense.
But the more I thought about it, the more I found myself replaying that conversation from Thanksgiving.
What if Sarah starts asking questions?
Eventually, I ordered a second test.
This time, I included my own DNA sample.
The wait felt endless.
Every morning, I checked my email. Every evening, I told myself I was being irrational. By the second week, I was almost embarrassed by how much I had invested in an idea that sounded impossible.
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Then the results arrived.
I was alone again when I opened them.
For a moment, I simply stared at the screen.
