Amelia opened the envelope cautiously, her eyes scanning the top of the page of the note inside. Her hands trembled when she saw it:
PATERNITY TEST RESULTS.
Her breath caught in her throat, as she read further.
The room hung in absolute stillness for one agonizing moment—thick, heavy, breathless.
Amelia stared at the paternity test results in her trembling hands, her mind whirling so violently she thought she might faint. The words were clear. Scientific. Undeniable.
99.98% probability. Andrew Best is the biological father of Oliver Lane.
Oliver. Her Oliver.
Her son.
Her world.
She couldn’t breathe.
She looked up slowly, heart racing. “You…?”
Andrew nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “He’s mine, Amelia. Oliver is my son.”
She dropped onto the couch like her legs had given way beneath
