~ Evie ~
My phone buzzes on the coffee table and I grab it so fast I almost knock over my water. Donald’s asleep in his bassinet right next to the couch, and I freeze for a second so I don’t wake him. The notification pops up bright on the screen. DNA results are out. They’ve already sent everything straight to the court. Everyone got the same message. Court date: January 17th. Be there at nine sharp.
I just stare at it. It’s real. January 17th. That’s… what, three weeks from now? Everyone’s on holiday right now, Christmas lights still up, presents half-opened, and here we are waiting for this bomb to drop in open court.
I know it’s Jack’s. I know it in my bones. We did the swabs twice, neutral places, court watching everything. But my stomach still flips. What if the Pooles found some
