"I knew it," Alexander muttered under his breath, moving to hang up when his mother’s voice cut through.

"Listen, tell Marianne it’s all a misunderstanding. I’ll send the results as a document so she’ll have solid proof," his mother urged.

"Thank you, Mom," Alexander said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"And yes, Emilio is your son," Mrs. Skarsgard continued. "I managed to get a sample of his hair, and I also ran the test on the sample Jake provided."

"Thanks again, Mom," Alexander said, his tone resolute. "But there’s somewhere I need to go if I’m serious about getting Marianne back."

"Good," his mother said encouragingly. "Remember, when...