What’s wrong?

Franco’s POV.

“You are the father,” the doctor said, his voice steady and matter-of-fact. I felt like the ground was falling out from under me. I quickly closed the door behind me, not wanting Ivery to overhear.

“Let's go to your office,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to keep my composure.

We walked to the office, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was about to receive the biggest news of my life.

The doctor closed the door, and I blurted out the question that had been burning in my mind.

“Can you run a DNA test on Ivery?” I asked, my voice trembling.

I knew it sounded foolish, but I needed to be certain. I needed to know the truth, regardless of what it was.

“It's obvious that Ivery is the mother,” the doctor said.

I nodded, my mind whirling with thoughts and questions.

“When do you think the transplant was?” I asked, trying to put the pieces together.

I wanted to understand what had happened, how I could be a father without even knowing it. I had to make sense of