Elena’s POV
“I find it hard to belive…is it really correct?” My voice shook, and my hands fumbled nervously as I tried to hold them still.
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Eric’s gray eyes softened, and he shook his head with a slow, serious nod. “We had her hair sample tested and matched. With your sample. I’m afraid the results are real, Elena. I’m so sorry.”
I collapsed against him, pressing my face into his chest as if I could disappear into him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me so tightly I felt like the world outside couldn’t touch me.
“We ran through all the worst scenarios,” he whispered, brushing a hand over my hair in soothing circles. “You were ready for this. And… you’re not a child anymore. You don’t really need them. The only reason we even looked for your mother was because she
