Lily’s POV

The DNA report still lay on the table between us, the edges slightly crumpled from how tightly I had held it earlier. I stared at it for a long time before I finally moved.

I didn’t want to help my father.

Every part of me rejected the idea of giving him anything that might make his life easier. He had cheated, lied, threatened my mother, and tried to throw us out of the house he claimed he “built.” But this wasn’t for him. This was for Mom for the woman currently sitting in that house with red eyes and a broken heart, terrified of becoming homeless.

So I...