“My God.”
That was all he said.
Two words carrying the weight of nearly two decades.
A week later, a third test from a completely different laboratory confirmed the first two.
There was no longer any room for doubt.
Only questions neither Daniel nor I could answer.
Eventually, there was only one thing left to do.
I called Olivia.
The moment she answered, I knew something was wrong.
Her voice sounded tense, almost frightened.
“Can we talk?” I asked.
There was a pause.
“About what?”
