They told him ten days.
Ten days of torment.
When the email finally arrived, Ethan opened it with shaking hands, praying he was wrong.
But what he read froze him in place — unaware of the nightmare that was about to unfold…
The DNA test was 99.9% conclusive.
The baby was not his.
Ethan sat in his car in the hospital parking lot for three hours after reading the results, staring at the dashboard until the numbers blurred.
He drove home in silence.
Rachel was in the nursery when he walked in, humming softly to the baby.
She looked up and smiled. “You’re home early. Is everything okay?”
Ethan stood in the doorway, the envelope in his hand.
“No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.”
He handed her the results.
