Naomi POV
I sit on the cold floor of the kitchen.
The DNA test is in my hand. My hand shakes. The words blur.
Probability of paternity: 0%
Elena is not Kaelen's daughter.
How? How can this be?
I think back to that night. The one-night stand. The stranger. The whiskey and rain.
I was drunk. I do not remember his face. But I remember Kaelen. His gray eyes. His rough hands. The way he said my name.
It had to be him. It had to.
"Naomi." Marco kneels beside me. "Naomi, talk to me."
I look up. My vision is blurred with tears.
"Who is the man on this test? The stranger?"
"We are trying to find out. The name is fake. The lab says the sample came from a man named... but the records are sealed."
"Sealed by who?"
"We do not know yet."
Mary pulls me up. She leads me to a chair. She push
