Jackson
Even though I knew that this was probably the case, and I was mentally preparing myself for it, hearing it made me realize I was still holding onto the little bit of hope that everything would go back to normal for Isla and me after today.
“It’s a ninety-three percent match. I’m sorry. I know these weren’t the results you were expecting.”
“Ninety-three?” I repeated that was still a seven percent change.
As if reading my mind, he said, “Rarely paternity tests are one-hundred percent matches, so we take anything above 90% to be a perfect match.”
“Thank you.” I managed to say after a minute of silence.
I hung up the phone, and icy dread gripped me.
I didn’t want Isla to find out yet, but the fact that the doctor was mated to Abigail, I knew she would find out one way or another
