Julian’s POV
Once the shred of doubt had been placed in my mind – maybe Alice was Roman’s, maybe she was mine – I couldn’t let that thought go. It haunted me, driving me to distraction, and I didn’t think I’d feel whole again until I found out the truth one way or another.
Because of how strained things were between Amber and me, I didn’t feel like I could go to her for a straight answer. She might lie to me, or she might tell the truth, but I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
I needed something undisputable. Some actual science facts.
Like a paternity test.
Amber wouldn’t likely consent to such a thing, and I wasn’t about to approach Alice about it behind Amber’s back.
Fortunately, what I did have, was a strand of Alice’s hair that had clung to my jacket the night of the ban
