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Bastien’s POV This isn’t right. The lab report in my hand is as clear as day, and its conclusions unmistakeable, but it can’t be right. I’ve read it at least ten times now, scanning the page over and over again, looking for any sign of hope, any hint that the samples got mixed up or were contaminated in the lab. Yet every time the information remains the same. Beneath columns full of DNA markers I cannot even begin to understand, read the damning words: Probability of Paternity: 0% I don’t believe it. She has to be mine. Selene, who turned pale and ashen the moment my mother revealed the envelope, squeezes the pup in her arms a little tighter. I can’t see Lila’s face, but I can hear the delicate wafts of her breath as she slumbers in her mother’s arms, completely oblivious to the dis