Tuesday dawned with an air of anticipation that clung to Alessia like a second skin.
Restless energy coursed through her veins from the moment she woke up, an undercurrent of anxiety that refused to be ignored.
Each passing hour felt like an eternity, the hands of the clock mocking her impatience.
Then, like a lifeline in the midst of her restlessness, the phone call came.
She snatched up her phone, her heart pounding, and hit the answer button with trembling fingers.
‘Miss Jansen, this is Dr Schmidt from the hospital,’ the voice on the other end began. ‘I’m calling to inform you that the DNA report you requested is now available for collection.’
Alessia’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening.
The moment of truth had arrived.
She had been waiting for
