MASON POV:
Reaching the top floor of Greenwood INC, I walk into my office. Pushing open the doors I spotted the DNA report resting on the desk. I walk over and pick up the envelope, pulling out the report in one swift motion. I look it over with indifference until I get to the bottom and see the results on the last line. No familial relationship established. How’s that possible? Mia is not my kid?
Doubts filled my chest. Perhaps I have too much hope on it, or too much faith. I haven’t encountered such unexpected situation for a long time.
There is a small pang in my chest. I grab Wayne and ask.
“Are you sure the results are real?”
“Of course sir.” He looks surprised as to why I would ask that question, but he answers honestly, “I took the sample to the hospital in person and I also pe
