Colton sat in his car, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. His eyes were locked on the building across the street—the lab where he had just submitted a DNA sample for testing. The necklace, the story, and Maya’s background… everything pointed to one truth.

But he needed confirmation.

And to get that, he needed another sample. A real one.

He didn’t want to scare Maya or make her suspicious, so he decided on a simple plan—get close to her. Talk to her casually. Earn her trust. And maybe, if the moment was right, take a single strand of hair—just enough for the test.

He sent her a message....