Where did you get that ring

sat in Marcus’s office with the paper in his hand, staring at numbers that should have changed everything and somehow changed nothing.

Probability of paternity: 0.00%.

A clean, brutal figure.

Marcus watched him carefully.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Alexander folded the paper.

“I thought seeing it would make me feel different.”

“Does it?”

Alexander shook his head.continue reading …