Marcus
It's been hard to focus of lately.
By the time morning arrived, I had gone through the DNA report again, as if staring at it long enough would force it to change.
It didn’t.
The paper sat on my coffee table, cold and unhelpful, while my thoughts spiraled.
Nothing about Brianna and this whole event doesn't make any sense.
The DNA report said one thing.
My instincts said another.
And I had learned a long time ago that my instincts rarely screamed without reason.
That was why I called Devin.
If there was anyone who could dig beneath polished lies and buried records, it was him.
I checked the time on my phone again.
And again.
When the doorbell finally rang, I was already halfway to the door.
I opened it.
Devin stood there, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holdi
