Nick sat across from me, his face flushed with anger, the cuffs around his wrists clinking as he leaned forward. “I demand an attorney,” he said, his voice rising. “You can’t hold me here like this. I have rights.”
I kept my expression calm, the folder resting on my lap. His outburst didn’t faze me; it only made my next move even more satisfying.
“An attorney?” I repeated, letting the word linger. “You’ll get one. Don’t worry about that.”
I lifted the folder from my lap and opened it slowly, pulling out the DNA test. “But before we get to that…” I slid the paper across the table. “Let’s deal with the truth.”
Nick’s eyes flicked to the document, his brow furrowing as he read the results. The tension in the room shifted as realization dawned on him. His mouth opened slightly, but no word
