>Mallory
DNA?
The word stared back at me in bold red letters, printed neatly on the front of a white folder. My fingers froze mid-movement as I read it again, slower this time, as if the letters might change if I blinked.
DNA.
My eyes shifted to the brown envelope beside me where it had slipped. The name written on that envelope was my son's.
A slow, cold doubt crept into my chest.
Why is this inside my son's envelope?
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My legs began to shake lightly as I sat there, the movement barely noticeable but impossible for me to stop. Curiosity pressed against my chest, tight and heavy, while anxiety wrapped around it like a vice.
I shouldn't open it.
But my fingers had already tightened around the folder. My heels tapping anxiously at the floor.
"Sister-in-law?"
I flinched at the voice.
