ANTONIO.
“You’ve gotten your answer, and now you’re suddenly quiet.” She pressed on. “Why don’t you go ahead and call me a w***e?!”
“I’m sorry—I—“ I swiped my hand across my face, too perplexed to form a coherent sentence.
Abruptly, I turned around and dashed out of the room. I needed to leave there in order to think well. My thoughts were clouded, and only one thing kept echoing in my mind—getting a DNA paternity test done. That was the only way to confirm my suspicions, and to do that, I needed to find a way to get something with Carlo’s DNA.
After racking my brain, an idea came to mind, and it was to get Carlo’s toothbrush. I have heard a couple of times that toothbrushes contain a considerable amount of DNA.
Changing my direction, I made my way to Carlo’s bedroom.
Fortunately, he
