Across the quiet street, Alec’s world shifted in the span of a few lines printed on paper.
His hands trembled as he stared at the document resting on his lap, the words blurring for a moment before forcing themselves back into focus.
99.99% match.
He read it again. And again just to make sure everything was right. As if the numbers would change the more he looked at them. As if reality would bend and give him another answer.
But it didn’t.
The child…was his.
Alec’s grip tightened on the paper, the edges crumpling under the pressure of his fingers. His breathing grew uneven, his chest rising sharply as the truth settled deep into his bones.
"I…" His voice broke. For the first time in years, Alec didn’t feel in control. Not of the situation. Not of himself.
A harsh breath left him as
