Cammy's heart was pounding as she slid into the back seat of the car she'd booked from the Marina. Her eyes flicked restlessly to the window as the city blurred past—every second bringing her closer to the truth she both craved and feared.
Today, she would finally uncover the mystery that's haunting her: the real connection between her and Richard Cross, and of course, if Greg is really her brother.
The ride felt endless, each red light a personal affront to her urgency. And then—finally—the car pulled up outside the cold, clinical exterior of the DNA Testing laboratory, nestled just behind the imposing Arlon Medical Center.
She stepped out, pulse racing, feet barely touching the ground as she rushed toward the entrance. But the moment she reached for her bag, reality crashed into her like a freight train.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath, eyes wide. "The kit—it's in the luggage."
