Chloe was fine, and there was a very good chance Victor was too.
Since they were twins, if one was clear, the other was likely in the clear as well.
My heart immediately relaxed, and the heavy burden was lifted. Before I could even dry my tears, another test result was handed to me.
[HPV Test
Name: Rebecca Watz
Result: Positive]
At that moment, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I struggled to contain the turmoil inside me as I followed the officers back to the station.
By the time everything was sorted out, the sun was setting.
Naturally, my car was impounded, so I took a taxi home with Chloe.
The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as I checked my phone obsessively.
No new messages came.
When I got home, a pair of black leather shoes lay askew by the entryway.
I instinctively straightened them.
The clinking and clanking sounds from the kitchen guided me towards it.
I quickly took Chloe to her nursery, changed my clothes, and headed into the kitchen.
There, Leones' suit was draped carelessly over a chair. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and a pink scarf—completely out of character for him—was draped around his neck.