Andrew sat in his office, staring blankly at the glass of untouched scotch on his desk. His thoughts were a storm, looping endlessly back to Amelia’s face—her anger, her tears, the way her voice cracked when she told him to leave. It's been a week now, and he still hasn't had another chance to speak to Amelia.
He’d ruined everything. Again.
His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his spiral. The screen flashed a name that made his pulse spike instantly—Dr. Collins.
He snatched the phone and answered quickly.
“Dr. Collins, the paternity test I requested... is it ready?”
“Yes, Mr. Best. The results just came in this morning. Would you like them sent to your office, or—”
Andrew stood up without realizing it, his voice tight as he cut in. “Is he mine?”
There was a short pause, followed by
