Knox

In a wave of pure rage, I crumple the DNA result paper tightly in my fist until it becomes a wrinkled ball. 

I should have known that trusting Emma was a mistake. I let love blind me completely, ignoring every doubt that tried to warn me. Now the painful truth rests in my hand, and it feels like a knife twisting in my gut.

A sharp stab of pain shoots through my chest. So the baby is really not mine? The realization hits me harder than I expected. 

I swallow hard against the lump forming in my throat, fighting back the mix of anger and sadness that threatens to...