The Next Day ...
Rome's POV
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'As long as you don't have proof of anything, you're just a stranger in our lives. Now get out.'
Rome's fists tightened as Sylvia's words replayed in his head.
Proof, huh?
His grip shifted around the sealed item he had been keeping, the one he got from Alpheus.
He was still annoyed at Alpheus for abandoning him at Sylvia's house, but he chose to let it slide. After all, that had given him what he wanted most—a chance to see the twins again, and a piece of evidence he could finally use to prove his claim to Sylvia.
Now, he found himself walking through the sterile corridors of the hospital, heading straight to where his proof would be tested.
His chest was tight, nerves gnawing at him for reasons he couldn't explain.
"Good morning, Mr. Rome Hariston! It's good to see you again."
Doctor Felize's warm greeting snapped him from his thoughts.
Rome gave a curt nod.
