ZARA'S POV
I stepped out of the hospital and inhaled deep as the cool breeze stroked my skin. Jacob walked beside me wordlessly but was there with me as we walked away from the sterilized confines. My head whirred on
Is this real? Had we just given them a DNA sample? Was I finally going to see whether my dad isn't my real father?
Not a single one of those emotions escaped onto my face. Jacob didn't see that the slightest bit of chaos was churning inside me.
"So." Jacob's voice cut through the silence. "How are you feeling?”
I gave him a sideways look. "I'm good," I said a little too quickly. Thing was, I hadn't been feeling good for days. My belly had been tied up in knots since that old conversation in the park, but like heck was I about to let that on.