The sterile smell of the private hospital wing made my stomach twist worse than any morning sickness ever had.
Today was the day. The mandatory prenatal DNA test that would either save us or destroy everything I had fought so hard to protect. I sat in the luxurious examination room wearing a paper gown, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking. Victor stood near the window, checking his phone with that calm, controlled expression he always wore when important matters were at stake. Dr. Harrison moved around the room preparing his equipment, his face professionally blank but his eyes sharp as ever.
“You are doing well, Mrs. Hale,” Dr. Harrison said as he approached with the blood draw kit. “This is a simple procedure. We will take samples from both you and Mr. Hale for
