The DNA paper is on the table.Cold.Final.Victoria Kingston.Biological grandmother.Rose.Our Rose.I stare at it. My hands feel numb.Rose naps in the portable crib, breathing softly. Little fists curled. Perfect. Innocent.Her blood—tied to the woman trying to destroy us.Noah sits across from me. Elbows on his knees. Head in his hands. Silent for a long time.I look at him. My voice is small.“Noah.”He lifts his head. His eyes are red. His face pale. Tears have left dry tracks.“I know,” he says, voice rough. Cracking.I stand slowly, my scar pulling, and walk to him. I sit beside him and place my hand gently on his back, rubbing slow circles.“How is this possible?”He rubs his face hard. Tears come fresh.“The twin,” he says, voice low. Breaking.I nod and wait.He looks at Rose. His eyes are filled with love, pain, and terror.“When I was born… Mom had complications. Emergency C-section. She was bleeding badly.”Tears fall.“Doctors said one baby didn’t make it. A girl. My t
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