Damned flu! Steven thought angrily. It was Sunday evening and he was pacing his apartment in frustration, ignoring the throbbing in his temples. Just his luck to get sick when all he wanted to do was see KC. Instead, he has been confined to his apartment all weekend.
If you hadn’t pushed yourself to the point of exhaustion, then you wouldn’t be cooped up here. He scolded himself furiously.
Keen to get rid of the hair samples, he went straight to a DNA testing center after leaving his parents’ house on Friday. The few hair strands he was able to obtain felt heavier than they were, his guilt adding to its weight. He feared he would not be able to go through with it if he delayed. The lady who assisted her gaped at her because he couldn’t keep his hands from shaking. She must’ve thought
