IMOGEN'S POV
The phone buzzed against my nightstand at seven in the morning. I fumbled for it, still half asleep, expecting another reporter or maybe Isaac calling about company business.
"Ms. Imogen Stone? This is Dr. Harrison from Portland General. The DNA results you requested are ready for pickup."
My stomach dropped. The DNA results. Joseph's paternity test. The thing I'd been dreading and needing in equal measure.
"I'll send someone to collect them," I said quickly.
"Actually, the results need to be collected by you personally. Hospital policy for paternity tests."
I hung up and stared at the ceiling. Seven years of not knowing. Seven years of looking at my son and wondering which man had fathered him. The monster or his brother.
I called Talia.
"I'll go pick them up," she said immediately after I explained. "You don't need to put yourself through that."
"No." The word came out sharper than I intended. "I think I need to do this myself. I need to talk to the doctor."
