Official.
Genetic testing results.
My heart began to beat faster as I understood what it meant before anyone said it aloud.
Samuel grabbed the papers first, scanning them quickly before stopping, his eyes narrowing as he read the final lines.
“This says…” he paused, looking up at Javier with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
“This says we are your children.”
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
Javier nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he could not bear to look at what he had lost.
“There was a mix-up at the hospital,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.
“The babies were briefly placed in the wrong cribs after birth.”
