Chapter Twenty: Back To NewYork
Racheal’s pov
The morning of the DNA test arrived like a heavy shroud. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the clock tick toward 9:00 AM, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Beside me, Chase was happily playing with his trucks, oblivious to the fact that his entire future was resting on a needle and a lab report. Charlie was pacing the living room, his face pale and his car keys already in his hand, looking like a man who was ready to drive us into the mountains and never look back. Every time a car drove past our window, I flinched, expecting the black SUV and the stern men in suits to come and take us to the clinic.
Then, at 8:45 AM, my phone chimed with a high-priority email notification. My hands shook so much I almost dropped the d
