Days of nonstop torment had pushed me to the edge. I left my wife in the care of the housekeeper, using work at the company as an excuse, and didn’t go home for three days and nights.
I locked myself in the office, staying awake for seventy-two hours straight. Was she cheating or not? Was the child mine or not? My head was filled with nothing else.
I set an alarm, and when it rang at the fifty-ninth minute, I jumped up from the floor to the desk, brushing off the ash that had gathered on me.
In my inbox sat a single email from overseas. With bloodshot eyes and trembling hands, I clicked it open. It was a freshly issued DNA report.
The mouse wheel turned slowly as I scrolled, my eyes widening as I stared at the result. The moment I saw it, everything hit me.
