Ethan saw his own name.
His chair scraped backward.
“That’s impossible.”
“I repeated the test.”
“No.”
“Dr. Caldwell—”
“I haven’t been with Hannah in five years.”
“I understand.”
Ethan stared at the paper.
Yet the numbers did not change.
Probability of paternity: 99.9996 percent.
PART 7 — THE TWINS WHO SHOULDN’T EXIST
When Ethan showed Hannah the report, she didn’t look shocked.
She looked terrified.
“Hannah.”
She closed her eyes.
“You need to tell me.”
“I wanted to.”
“When?”
“When I knew they were safe.”
He waited.
Finally, she whispered:
“Marcus wasn’t their father.”
“I know.”
“He couldn’t have children.”
Ethan sat slowly.
“Then how—?”
“The fertility clinic.”
Everything inside him went still.
Hannah wiped tears from her cheeks.
“After Daniel died—or after I believed he died—I couldn’t let go of the idea that one day I might still have a family.”
