My fingers trembled as I hovered over the email. DNA test results in. The words stared back at me, sharp and ruthless, as if they carried the weight of everything I'd tried to ignore.
For a moment, I was breathless. The anonymous message kept echoing in my mind: "Stop this nonsense wedding." Who knew? Who was watching me?
I clicked on the email, my pulse racing. The document was in front of me, like an enigma I couldn't quite decipher, but that was what I'd been waiting for, what I'd insisted on having. Before me was the document that would tell me if the man I liked was my cousin or just someone with a family history close to mine.
The silence in the office wasn't just heavy anymore. It was suffocating. I was tempted to open the document because I was hoping I knew what the results wou
