KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The silence inside the car is dense as I drive towards the clinic.
Scarlett sits beside me, her hands folded in her lap, casting worried glances in my direction.
In the back seat, Jake seems shrunken, as if trying to take up as little space as possible.
His lost gaze fixes on the scenery passing by the window, but it’s evident he’s just as nervous as I am.
I still don’t know what to think.
The man who claims to be my brother appeared out of nowhere, bringing doubts I never imagined facing.
Everything in me screams to reject his story, but there’s something in his eyes – a desperation I recognize. I can’t ignore it.
As soon as I arrive at the clinic, I park the car and step out, opening the door for Scarlett.
Jake exits right behind, hesitant, as if unsure where to
