—Amira—

I gazed out the window as Eloise's convoy eased through the streets of London.

Moments later, we eased into the hospital— a tall, modern building with a spawning parking space.

“Are you alright?” Eloise asked.

I met her gaze and nodded. “Thank you for coming for me.”

She smiled. “You're welcome.”

My brows creased as something crossed my mind.

“About the paternity test, don't we need Nathaniel's sample too?”

“I've got you covered.”

She reached into her handbag ...