Jordan’s POV
I wasn’t supposed to see it.
I swear I wasn’t even looking for anything.
It was just another pile of reports on my desk. Numbers. Boring stuff. Then I saw her name again, Amelia Brooks, printed in clean, black ink.
I smiled a little. “Kids everywhere now,” I muttered. “Elle must be proud.”
The folder was thin, attached to some sponsorship request. I flipped through it, not thinking much, until something slipped out and hit the floor.
A folded paper.
I bent down, picked it up, and froze when I saw the top line.
Patient: Amelia Brooks
Blood Type: O+
Mother: Elle Brooks
Father:
My chest tightened. I don’t know why I kept reading, but I did. The next part hit me harder than a punch.
DNA test conducted for emergency reference – parental compatibility markers noted: 99
