The humid air was heavy and suffocating, echoing the queasy churning in my stomach. My workplace, which is typically a soothing haven of quiet research, felt oppressive tonight.
The Century Park enclosure sat between us, like a harsh, silent judge. I knew what it held, but it didn't stop the fear from gnawing at my insides.
"The DNA results are in," saad ni PI Mark,ang kanyang boses ay mahina na tila hindi maipinta ang mukha. "And they're… unexpected."
Tila naginginig ang aking mga kamay habang inaabot ang envelope. I had created a narrative, a well crafted story centered around Tyra's parenting, one that I dearly wanted to be true.
However, the official-looking document with the bold black letters broke that narrative in a single, devastating strike.
"Molly is not Tyra's daug
