Chloe’s POV

The DNA result sat open on my phone screen like a loaded gun pointed at my chest.

Positive.

Jake Martinez.

Father of my child.

My heartbeat raced. My pulse hammered against my ribs. The room felt too small, too loud, too fragile. I grabbed the phone with trembling fingers and locked it immediately, pressing it face-down on my lap.

I wasn’t safe here anymore.

Jake would come.

Jake would look.

Jake would find me.

No matter how much he ...