Lauren
I stared at the medical chart, my eyes scanning the numbers again, hoping they would somehow make sense.
It couldn’t be right. It just couldn’t.
I had my suspicions, sure. The kids, we all seemed to feel this... offness. But this? This was impossible.
I ran my fingers over the chart, my pulse quickening as I traced the genetic markers. They didn’t match what they should have. Owen wasn’t biologically related to Sophia.
Frozen, I blinked at the page, my mind struggling to piece this together.
My heart raced, and before I could think, I stood up, knocking the chair behind me. The floor seemed to spin as my thoughts scattered. If Owen wasn’t Sophia’s son, then who was he?
I grabbed my coat, shoved the chart into my bag, and rushed out of the room. I paused, glancing at the kid
