He was planning an escape.
I took screenshots and sent them to myself. Then I called the hospital and asked the lab director to restrict access to the samples.
No unsupervised handling. No early results.
When Jason returned the next morning he seemed strangely excited.
“The results come today,” he said.
I noticed him lingering near Rachel’s desk and glancing toward a staff-only hallway.
That’s when I understood something terrifying.
The test wasn’t the danger.
Jason was.
Shortly after noon the doctor entered holding a folder.
Dr. Melissa Grant looked calm but serious. Rachel stood beside her. Near the door, a hospital security officer waited quietly.
Jason stood immediately.
“Finally. Read it.”
My mother squeezed my shoulder. Lily slept peacefully against my chest.
Dr. Grant looked at me first.
“Mrs. Carter, are you comfortable continuing with everyone present?”
“Yes,” I said.
Jason laughed harshly.
“Of course she is.”
The doctor opened the folder.
“The paternity analysis shows a 99.99 percent probability that Mr. Jason Carter is the biological father.”
For a moment the room was silent.
Then Jason exploded.
“That’s wrong,” he shouted. “Run it again!”
“The result is conclusive,” Dr. Grant replied calmly.