Aria’s POV
Back at home, I paced back and forth in the kitchen. Joe was out in the living room, finishing his homework with the television on. I didn’t have the heart to force him to focus, not when I wanted to make certain he wouldn’t overhear this conversation.
Isabella sat on one of the kitchen chairs, watching me as I walked from the refrigerator to the dishwater and back again.
I still felt numb and cold, but freezing my emotions helped my mind to concentrate. Moving a mile a minute, my brain was making plans.
“You are sure of what you saw?” Isabella asked. “There’s definitely no mistake?”
I motioned toward the table in front of her, where the DNA test sat. For Sophia to let me so freely take it, I wondered if she had copies. She’d probably start handing them out at parties, eage
