But all is still. The weight of silence surrounds him, thick and pressing.

As Kingsley fills out the required documentation, his hand quivers a little. He quietly chastises himself, realizing that he has come too far to lose his nerve now.

After finishing, he returns the paperwork, and the receptionist directs him to a private waiting area.

A few minutes later, a lab technician with a clipboard and a white coat shows up. "Mr. Kingsley, I understand you’re here for a paternity test?"

Nodding, Kingsley replies, “that's correct.

”With caution, he produces the vial and hands it over, saying, "I have a sample here."

The technician points to an adjacent...