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Probability Of Paternity 

Author: Wealth
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 02:17:05

Roberta's POV

He hesitated. I watched him weigh protocol against the look on my face — whatever that look was, it must have carried something because his posture softened slightly.

"This isn't standard procedure," he said. "Normally, we'd need consent from both parties for a paternity comparison."

"Please. I have to bury my daughter, and I can't do it without knowing the truth."

He looked at the glass cup. Then at me. Then he picked up his clipboard.

"I can run it as a private comparison," he
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