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CHAPTER 155: "Uninvited Shadows"

Author: God's logic
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-19 22:27:19

Nathan's POV

The sun hadn’t even fully risen when I found myself back at the hospital. I hadn't slept. My head was spinning, my chest tight with the weight of two conflicting truths. One DNA result confirmed I was Hope's father. The other, more recent one—the one mailed to my apartment from the hospital—stated otherwise. How could both exist? Something wasn’t right.

I parked the car, glanced at Hope's empty booster seat, and took a deep breath. I wasn’t here for answers anymore. I was here for the truth.

I headed straight to the records department, my steps fast and determined. At the counter, a young man in blue scrubs looked up from his computer and greeted me.

"Morning, sir. Can I help you?"

"Yes. My name is Nathan . I need to speak with Dr. Lennox immediately. It’s urgent. It concerns a paternity test issued from this hospital."

The man nodded and tapped a few keys. "Dr. Lennox is in. I’ll page him now. You can wait in Room 2B."

Room 2B was quiet, except for the low hum of the cei
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