Chapter 5

I sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously biting my nails. Andrew was still burning up with a fever. Will anyone there even know how to take care of him? He was so used to his own bed. What if he cried all night?

The door swung open.

Darren wheeled himself in.

He'd changed into loungewear, looking a bit less intimidating, but that dark, menacing vibe still lingered around him.

He held a document in his hand.

He slapped the file down in front of me hard.

"DNA test results. 99.99% probability of paternity," he said, his tone cold.