GIANNA
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When Brandon told me he had gotten the results of the paternity test, I tried not to think too much about it. I had encouraged him to get it done so he could get the closure he needed but there was a part of me that prayed he’d never have to face the kind of truth that shattered a person.
However, when I arrived at his house that evening, he didn’t need to say a word. The results were basically written all over his face.
He sat on the couch, his laptop open in front of him, the screen black.
“Brandon,” I called out softly, not wanting to startle him.
He didn’t reply. He just raised his head to stare at me.
“What did the results say?” I asked even if the answer was obvious.
“Zero,” his tone was dry. “Not even a point one percent.”
I stood there for a moment, thinking of
