Sally's POV
"Karl?" I whisper, watching his expression shift as countless possibilities flood my mind.
His silence stretches on. His thumb swipes rapidly across the phone screen, eyes fixed on whatever message he's received. Finally, he releases a long breath and meets my gaze, something bright flickering in his dark eyes.
"The DNA results came through," he murmurs.
My pulse skips erratically. Deep down, I've never questioned that Warren belongs to him, but ever since we submitted those samples, this irrational fear has been eating at me. What if something went wrong at the lab? What if Billy somehow interfered, even though he has no idea we even took the test and probably doesn't know a soul who works in genetic testing?
"And?" Philip demands, his patience clearly wearing thin.
"We have our proof," Karl grins, sliding his phone toward me with fingers that shake slightly.
The email fills the screen. I skim past the technical jargon, zeroing in on what matters most.
