(Olivia)
I sat at my desk, staring at the paperwork in front of me, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was everywhere but here. Mr. Hargrove’s words replayed in my head, making me feel like I was caught in some strange, twisted daydream.
“You might be my daughter.”
Those words had hit me like a punch, one that I wasn't expecting. I thought I knew who I was, but now…? I wasn't so sure.
I could still see his face, filled with hope and regret, as if he wanted to reach out and comfort me but was too afraid. And now, the possibility of taking a DNA test to find out if this man was truly my father—it was both terrifying and overwhelming.
I forced myself to look down at the documents on my desk, pretending to read. But the words were jumbled, and I found myself staring at nothing, lost in
