Jackson.
I sat alone in my room, the weight of my lie pressing heavily on my chest. Fiona’s face haunted me—the sadness in her eyes when I told her I hadn’t found the father of her child.
It wasn’t true.
I had gotten the answer earlier that day, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. Not yet.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the results myself because it honestly didn't make any sense, though I had always had my suspicions.
One of the major reasons I decided to join Fiona on this trip was to tell her my true intentions for her and also help her find answers to her past.
It all began when Ethan came to the clinic, complaining of some vague illness. I’d taken a blood and saliva sample under the guise of routine tests, but my real motive was far from professional.
I’d
