Her face beamed with a smile as she gazed at the photograph she was holding. It was a photograph of Ryan when he was a baby.
“They're both the same,” she muttered as she heaved a sigh and slipped her fingers into her hair.
The office door slid open and a gentleman in white coat walked in, holding a sheet of paper.
“Here,” he said, handing the sheet over to Susan.
“Thank you, Dave,” she responded with a smile as she took the sheet.
She picked up her pair of glasses and wore it as she perused the content of the paper.
With a resounding laughter, she dropped the result on the table and took off her glasses.
“Oh, Sara, you're inhumane,” she cursed aloud.
“Finally, the truth is out,” she said as she stood up from her seat.
She picked up her phone, and placed the sheet of paper in her
