Tony POV

The envelope Sarah had left on my desk felt like it was burning a hole through the wood. For three hours, I'd stared at it, afraid to open it, afraid to confirm what I already suspected in my heart. But not knowing was killing me slowly, eating away at my sanity like acid.

Finally, I ripped it open with shaking hands.

The first document was a DNA analysis report. My blood ran cold as I read the results. According to the lab, there was a 99.7% probability that Lily ...