(Amelia)
I took Nathaniel's phone and looked at the report again. The date didn't change no matter how many times I checked it. Three weeks ago, Nathaniel still believed Ethan was Liam's son. I hadn't told him the truth until much later.
"This can't be real."
Nathaniel took the phone back. "We need to verify the laboratory."
"And find out how they got samples."
He nodded. "Daniel can start with the lab."
I looked toward the living room. Ethan was still playing, completely unaware that someone might have taken something from him. The thought frightened me more than the photographs did. A picture could be taken from a distance, but DNA required more.
"When could someone have gotten Ethan's DNA?"
"I don't know."
I started thinking through the past month. Ethan had been at school, hom
