Avery's Point of View
Those forty-eight hours were an agonizing blur.
Every ring of my phone made my heart leap into my throat. Every shadow outside the hotel window looked like Rhett's towering frame. I tried to keep things completely normal for Jasmine—we drew pictures, built pillow forts in the living room of the suite, and read her favorite bedtime stories—but under the surface, I was falling apart.
By Thursday morning, the weather matched my mood. A thick, dark fog hung over the city, heavy with rain.
I sat at the dining table in my suite, staring at my laptop screen. A single, unread email sat in my inbox.
Sender: Premier Genetic Diagnostics
Subject: CONFIDENTIAL: DNA Comparative Analysis Report [Sinclair / Kane]
My hand hovered over the trackpad, trembling violently. I didn't
