AVA MAXWELL’S POVThe guest room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains I had drawn hours ago. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of my own misery—salt tears, untouched food, and the suffocating weight of silence.I lay curled on the unfamiliar mattress, my knees pulled to my chest, my hand resting protectively over my stomach.A brother.The thought looped in my mind like a sick, twisted mantra. My baby—this tiny, fragile miracle I had only just begun to celebrate had a brother. A three-year-old brother with Jerome’s eyes, Jerome’s jawline, and Jerome’s DNA flowing through his veins.The paper Adrian had delivered lay on the floor where I had dropped it hours ago. I didn’t need to look at it again. The numbers were burned into my retinas.99.9998%.There was no margin for error. No room for doubt. Science didn’t lie. Men did.Jerome had lied.He had looked me in the eye, sworn on our unborn child’s life, and lied.A fresh wave of nausea rolled th
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