HARPER
"The DNA results are conclusive," the doctor said.
My breath hitched. I clutched Dominic's hand, hard—so hard I felt him flinch, but I didn't let go. His hand was the only thing tethering me to the ground, the only anchor I had in that sterile, suffocating room.
The doctor flipped through the file slowly, his voice low and grave.
"Harper Fletcher, you are not biologically related to Mr. Wilson."
The silence that followed swallowed everything.
I couldn't hear a thing, just the high-pitched ringing in my ears. I sat frozen, staring at the doctor, not blinking, not breathing. Not really there.
A warm hand landed on my shoulder, giving me a gentle shake.
Dominic.
I looked at him, his eyes filled with worry, then back at the doctor. My throat narrowed. I shook my head, swallowing hard.
"That's not possible," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself.
