I leaned back, my eyes never leaving hers. “Something I should have done a long time ago,” I replied.
The Judge tore open the envelope and pulled out the papers. His eyes widened as he scanned the contents. He cleared his throat, the room hanging on his every word. “The tests confirm that Mr. Chandler is indeed the biological father of Marcus and Jolene,” he began, his voice steady. “However, the results for Wyatt tell a different story.”
Lenora’s hands had begun to shake, and her lawyer shifted nervously beside her. I took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders that had been there since I first suspected something was amiss. The pieces had clicked into place when Wyatt was born, his features so strikingly different from mine.
