Adrian
I sat in my home office, staring at the folded piece of nylon bag on the desk. My hands felt heavy, almost reluctant, as I unfolded it. Kelly’s DNA sample. I’d obtained it days ago, though the guilt of doing so had plagued me ever since.
The possibility of it being true terrified me more than I wanted to admit.
A knock on the door broke my train of thought, and I fumbled with the nylon paper, shoving it into a drawer just as Kelly stepped in.
“Hey, Adrian,” she said, her voice calm but purposeful. “I just spoke with Mrs. Kim. She’ll be here later to help with Harper.”
I nodded, trying to mask the unease in my chest.
“That’s good. Harper will love that.”
“She will,” Kelly replied, stepping closer to the desk. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if sensing my discomfort, but she did
