The morning sun broke through the curtains in soft stripes, casting golden lines across Ethan's kitchen floor. He stood by the counter, coffee untouched in his hand, eyes fixed on the clock above the stove, Bella, didn't want to even see Lucy else she might murder her, Valerie and Vera are staying at the old mansion because they might just kill Lucy as well.
Lucy sat at the edge of the dining table, legs crossed, her knee bouncing anxiously beneath her loose sweater. "It's almost time," she said quietly.
"I know," Ethan muttered, but his tone was distracted.
He wasn't just thinking about requesting the DNA test or the doctor's findings—he was thinking about what Lucy might try to do with them. He didn't trust her. Not with something this delicate. And even though he'd been willing to play it cool the day before, he'd already decided: he was going with her today.
Lucy glanced at him, her fingers tightening around her handbag. "I can go alone, Ethan. It's fine."
