At the Royal Hospital Wing
Asher's hands shook as he collected the envelope containing the report in it.
" Is it... Is it mine? " He asked the nurse, who seemed least interested in chit chatting. One would think they were dealing with illegal drugs, the way she slipped the envelope onto Asher and then ran without looking back.
Asher went to a desolated corner and with his fingers crossed, praying onto the heavens, he opened the report.
The words , numbers and graphs danced before his eyes.
Amidst the allelic frequencies and statistical calculations, a resounding affirmation emerged – the petitioner's genetic profile unequivocally aligned with that of the unborn child.
Asher gasped as he fell back on the empty bench near him, folding the paper in his hand, a deep sigh of relief le
