"Protect me from what, exactly?" I demanded, standing up. "This isn’t my fight! I didn’t ask for any of this!"
Calvin’s eyes met mine, steady and unwavering. "No, you didn’t. But it’s your legacy, whether you like it or not. And if Jerome finds out you’re alive, he won’t stop until you’re gone."
The room fell into a heavy silence. I wanted to scream… to cry, to wake up from this nightmare, but all I could do was stand there, numb.
After a long pause, Dr. Chelsea straightened, her voice resolute. "But the birthmark you said, Calvin, it might be burned because of the... explosion. We need proof. If what you’re saying is true, then we’ll do a DNA test. We need to know for sure."
Calvin nodded, then walked towards me. He insisted on getting a few strands of our hair and carefully sealed it in separated plastics.
Calvin nodded. "The hair strands will prove. Let's wait for the results."
After a few days, Calvin got the result. He called us to the tiny living room, the envelope with the DNA results resting on the coffee table like a ticking time bomb.
NOBODY moved.
"Y-You open it," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.