“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

already confirmed.”

I tore the seal with trembling fingers. My eyes bypassed the labyrinth of medical jargon and locked onto the conclusive probability metric.

Probability of Paternity: 99.9999%.

Sofia paused her breakfast, her spoon hovering mid-air. “What is the verdict?”

I crossed the room and dropped to one knee, bringing myself to eye level with my continue reading …