Elliot, seeing how quickly Davis handed the envelope to him, knew instantly that this wasn't a simple matter. His gaze shifted to Jessica, and he raised a brow, silently asking for clarification.
Jessica didn't speak—she was afraid her voice might tremble. Instead, she pointed at the envelope with her chin.
The logo on the envelope caught Elliot's attention—the familiar and dominant insignia of the national testing center. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for it. His heart clawed with a mix of hope, anticipation, and fear.
He wished and hoped for everything but with the envelope in his hand, he didn't know what he could pray or wish for. His understanding seems to be tethering to a slim line.
"A DNA test result?" he asked, voice low and trembling.
Jessica nodded in affirmation. Davis, seated beside her, clenched his hand tightly on his thigh. Elliot took in a sharp breath.
