Harry’s heart thudded as he sat in Dr. Dennison’s pediatric office, the familiar hum of the waiting room fading into a distant buzz. He’d been here countless times for his sons’ appointments, but today felt different— heavier. Dr. Dennison flipped through Josh and Andrew’s medical files, his face unusually grave. “Mr. Campbell, can we speak in private?” he asked, his tone sending a chill down Harry’s spine.
Harry glanced at his boys, laughing in the waiting room, oblivious to the storm brewing. In the private office, the doctor’s words hit like a sledgehammer: Harry’s blood type was incompatible with his sons’. “I’ve run a DNA test,” Dr. Dennison said, sliding a folder across the desk. “The boys are your half-siblings, not your children.” Harry’s world tilted, the truth staring back at him in black and white, promising to unravel everything he thought he knew.