Chapter 22
After the doctor was done reassuring him that Grace was stable and they were indeed doing their best for her. He broached the topic, mere thought of which was enough to send shivers down his spine, a sensation akin to rubbing sandpaper on his already frayed nerves. He was still reeling, still grappling with the staggering enormity of it all, his mind struggling to accept a reality that felt more like a twisted delusion than anything else.
“I want a DNA test run for the baby and me.” He articulated it at last, making everything a hundred times more real than before. The doctor didn’t even blink an eye before nodding. “That could be arranged Mr. De Luca.” And that was that.
After drinking another little paper cup full of watery tasteless coffee from the hospital cafeteria, Ale
