The DNA results lay on Harold's floor like an accusation. Berry stared at the paper, watching the words blur and refocus as her brain tried to process what she was seeing.Probability of Paternity: 99.9%.Her legs gave out. She dropped into the chair behind her, her breath coming in short gasps that didn't seem to bring any oxygen to her lungs. The office walls felt like they were closing in, crushing her chest until breathing became a conscious effort she had to force."Jezza—""Don't call me that." Berry's voice came out strangled, desperate. "I don't know who that is. I don't know who I am."Harold moved around his desk, reaching out like he wanted to touch her but stopping when Berry flinched away from him. The hurt that flashed across his face made her chest ache even worse, but she couldn't let him near her. Not yet. Not when everything she thought she knew about herself was crumbling."You're my daughter," Harold said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my little gi
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