The test lab felt more like a kiddies ward than a diagnostics center, all thanks to Paige's constant whining.
“The needles are too sharp and pointy,” she complained.
“What if the test kits are contaminated, look at the way they are sealed?”
“I don’t trust these nurses—you know what, let's go to my personal hospital, it's more certified and sterile.”
Every sentence was another brick in the wall of my doubt. Because if you truly carried a child in your womb… if you really birthed her, would you really be this terrified of a simple DNA test?
Shawn wasn’t silent about it either.
“Paige, cut the antics,” he snapped, voice echoing through the sterile room. “Or should I call the court now and explain why you're avoiding a DNA test?”
Her eyes shot bullets, but it didn’t stop him.
“Look and
