Brianna
I woke with the same heaviness pressing against my chest, like it had taken permanent residence there.
For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that everything that happened had been nothing more than a bad dream.
That somewhere between the DNA results and Marcus’s calm certainty, I had misunderstood everything.
But my body already knew the truth before my mind was willing to accept it.
It was real.
The rejection.
The accusation.
The way people looked at me, as if I had suddenly become someone untrustworthy.
I pressed my palm to my eyes and exhaled slowly.
No matter how many times I replayed everything in my head, nothing changed.
They said I wasn’t Thomas Hemsworth’s daughter.
And yet, something deep inside me refused to accept that.
