Lyra
The document in my hand was a single-page analysis, stamped and verified by a forensic laboratory, detailing genetic markers and blood compatibility.
My eyes scanned the section marked ‘D.N.A TESTING’ and the two names listed as subjects, 'Lyra Stone' and 'Randall Varynthorn.' The 99.9 percent next to the words ‘Full Sibling Match’ was blinding.
I looked up, my mouth hanging slightly open, incapable of forming a single coherent word.
“What… what am I looking at?” I finally managed to ask. I shook my head, already feeling the nausea rise. “This is not real. This is some mistake.”
“It is real, Lyra,” Randall confirmed. He didn't mince words or try to soften the shock. “That report confirms what I have long suspected. You are my sister. The sister I have been searching for a long ti
