I sat on the couch; my gaze fixed on the clock hanging on the wall. The soft ticking filled the silence of the room, each passing second only intensifying the knot of anxiety in my chest. I had been waiting for my mother, Felicia, who was supposed to arrive today so we could finally go for the DNA test that would confirm—or refute—our darkest suspicions. The air I
I glanced around the living room, feeling out of place despite having stayed there for weeks. The space was grand yet unwelcoming, a reflection of Harry's carefully guarded world. The shadows cast by the afternoon light danced on the walls, reminding me of all the things left unsaid between them. Ever since Harry's birthday night, I hadn't seen much of him. He was always gone before sunrise and returned long after I was asleep, making our once easy friendship feel like a distant memory.
