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The Test That Finally Confirmed Everything

The following weeks were filled with lawyers, documents, and difficult conversations.

But one thing mattered more than everything else.

The paternity test.

Jenna and I completed it.

Eleven days later, the result arrived.

99.99 percent probability.

Maisie was my daughter.

I stared at the paper for a long time.

Then I cried.

Not because I was surprised.

Some part of me had known since the airport.

I cried because I had missed three years.

Three years that would never return.

Her first steps.

Her first words.

Her first birthday.

The nights she was sick.

The mornings she woke up laughing.

All those memories existed without me.

My father had protected a company.

But he had stolen a childhood.

And no amount of money could buy those moments back.