Olivia
The weight of Nathan’s announcement still hung in the air, thick enough to slice through.
“I’m the father.”
I looked at Layla, her face a blend of shock and relief. Nathan took a few steps over to the kitchen counter where the paternity test results were waiting, still tucked neatly into the envelope. When he returned, he had a heavy expression on his face.
“Here. So you can read it for yourself,” he said, holding out the paternity test results toward her.
Layla’s slender hands trembled as she took the paper from him, her eyes scanning over the scientific jargon before landing on the conclusion. When she looked back up, her eyes were glassed over with tears.
“Nathan,” she said, her voice wavering, “I’m so sorry about all of this.”
His eyebrows furrowed, a mix of confusion an
