CHAPTER 11 ARNOLD’S POV I stood in the hospital hallway, leaning my back against the cold wall behind me. This was the day - the day to know whose heir that unborn baby is. My father was walking back and forth in front of us, his steps sharp and impatient. My mother sat stiffly on a chair, her back straight, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her eyes were locked on the lab doors, like she could force them open just by staring. Kirk stood near the window, looking outside, but his eyes were empty. He wasn’t really looking at anything. He looked exhausted, like someone who hadn’t slept properly in a long time. One person was not there. “Where is she?” Dad demanded loudly as he checked his watch. “Stacy should be here for this.” “She’s at home,” Kirk replied. His voice was low and thin, like it could break at any moment. “She’s tired, Dad. She’s been through enough already.” I laughed, short and dry, without any humor in it. “Tired?” I said. “Or embarrassed, Kirk? She already
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