Just as Cammy and Felicity were exchanging stories, Cammy's phone buzzed—an alert from the courier app.
"It's here," she said, rising from her chair, the familiar rush of adrenaline returning. The DNA test kit had arrived, and she immediately took it from the courier.
Without hesitation, Felicity and Ric stood up with her. "We're coming with you," Felicity said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Cammy gave her a grateful look but said nothing—just nodded.
The three of them made their way out of the hospital café and through the long, glass-enclosed walkway that connected the main building to the DNA Testing Facility.
A modern, sterile structure tucked discreetly behind Arlon Medical Center. The air outside was crisp, charged with tension, as though the universe itself knew what was at stake.
Inside the lab, the receptionist took the kit with clinical efficiency. The entire process—from documentation to sealing the samples—was done under Cammy's watchful eye.
