Joyce didn't respond, lost in her own thoughts.
Soon, Bryan Hawkins' cellphone rang. It was a call from home. He walked to the balcony before answering, "Grandma––."
"Where are you?" his grandma asked, clutching the phone. She had hesitated for a long time before deciding to call her eldest grandson at this late hour.
"At the apartment." Bryan lied; he didn't want to discuss tonight's events with her at the moment.
"The results are out… the child indeed isn't yours," his grandmother finally revealed. She had known this outcome since early evening and had spent a long time digesting the news herself.
"…I see," Bryan said, an indescribable mix of emotions welling up inside him. It wasn't hatred or resentment, but a quiet pain that spread throughout him. In the end, he let her slip away from his life.
