Third Person POV
Scarlett sat frozen on the edge of the couch, her hands digging into the fabric like she could anchor herself to the earth through it.
Her mouth was dry. Her heart thudded so violently she thought she might faint.
Miriam still hadn’t said a word.
Scarlett’s voice came out small, cracked at the edges. “Miriam… please…”
The older woman’s eyes softened, but her throat bobbed like she was swallowing back words she wasn’t sure how to say.
Miriam sat down beside her, took her hand, and placed the phone face-down on the coffee table.
“The doctor… he ran the tests twice just to be sure,” Miriam started, her voice low but steady.
Scarlett’s stomach twisted. “Twice?” she echoed.
Miriam gave a stiff nod. “He said… there’s no biological match between you and David. He’s not y
