Samantha’s POV
The waiting room felt suffocatingly quiet, like the world had pressed pause while Jack and I sat in the stillness. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as though holding himself in place. I watched him from the corner of my eye, the tension in his shoulders speaking louder than the words we weren’t saying.
I wanted to reach out, to bridge the space between us, but my mind was stuck in a spiral. Clara’s press conference had gutted me. Her words—cold, sharp, and calculated—had cut into every vulnerable part of me, and the pain lingered. Even worse, the DNA revelation still gnawed at my sense of self. Was it possible? Could I really be connected to Kelvin Smith? The very idea felt like a c***k forming in the foundation of my identity.
Jack bro
