(Jasper's POV)
I lean against the closed door, my whole body trembling as Virginia's footsteps fade down the driveway. The house stretches out around me, every corner holding memories I'm not ready to face.
But Scarlett's ghost is everywhere. In the way the afternoon light hits the kitchen counter where she used to make me coffee. In the decorations of the house that carry her traces. In the empty spaces where her pictures used to hang.
I try to shake off the encroaching thoughts. It’s not possible.
It’s just not possible.
Virginia doesn’t have the means to temper with the DNA results. It’s not only money, she would need connections, powerful connections in the medical field, to accomplish such a feat.
Stumbling across the room, I enter the room next to the study, a small bar I set u
