His DNA, her secret
Each detail made her heart leap and sink in equal measure, a constant reminder that she was in the delicate, invisible hands of possibility.
Her friends and colleagues saw nothing, of course. To them, she was simply Elena—the dependable nurse, calm under pressure, always ready with a kind word or a steady hand. And she liked it that way. The secrecy gave her something precious, a private layer of life no one else could touch. Some nights, she wondered if the world would ever truly understand the depth of her desire, the careful, calculated courage it had taken to reach this point.
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