"The DNA test confirms it. Reed isn't who he claims to be."
Aaron slammed a folder onto his desk, face flushed with rage. Victor Mercer examined the contents, his expression carefully neutral despite the bombshell revelation.
"How did you get this?" Mercer asked, flipping through the lab results.
"Does it matter? The bastard's been lying to us from day one." Aaron paced the study, fists clenching and unclenching. "No military record, no employment history with the Montgomerys or Crawfords. Nothing. James Reed doesn't exist."
Mercer closed the folder. "Have you shown this to anyone else?"
"Not yet." Aaron drained his whiskey in one gulp. "The wedding's tomorrow. Hannah's already on edge, and Mother's been acting strange since yesterday's rehearsal."
"Strange how?"
"Distracted. Keeps
