Marcus drove home like a man possessed.
He went straight into the basement when reached home . Among the old boxes, he found photographs of old pictures, including one of a baby. When he saw it, it looked exactly like the picture of Zara he had gotten from the orphanage. Everything added up. And he remembered reading the adoption date it was the same day she had gone missing from them. He sighed.
“I need a DNA test,” he muttered abruptly.
Only one day remained before the judge’s final decision.
He went downstairs, sitting heavily on the couch, deep in thought.
That was when Rosey appeared.
She walked gracefully into the living room and sat beside him.
“How are you, brother?” she asked sweetly. “I barely see you these days. Are you that busy?”
“Yeah… busy,” Marcus replied distracte
