The decision to get a DNA test had come swiftly, almost as if it were the only logical next step in the whirlwind of revelations and suspicions. Emma’s heart pounded as she sat in the passenger seat of Jax’s truck, her hands trembling slightly in her lap. She knew this was a moment that could change everything. If the test confirmed what she and Frank suspected—that she was his daughter—it would turn her world upside down.
Jax drove in silence, his jaw set, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She could see the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders were hunched forward, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. He hadn’t said much since they’d left the clubhouse, but she could sense his apprehension, his worry about what this could mean for her, for them, for the club
