Chapter 57

Eleanor abruptly stood, the chair screeching against the tiled floor as she pushed it back.

She stuffed the DNA result back into the envelope and said to the man, her voice trembling slightly, "I'll call you."

The man gave her a small nod, his face calm.

Without waiting for any response, Eleanor clutched the envelope tightly and turned, striding out of the café.

Her legs felt like they were made of lead, each step heavier than the last. The cool breeze outside hit her face, but it did little to clear her muddled mind.

She walked to her car, her vision unfocused as her hands fumbled to unlock the door. Sliding into the driver's seat, she gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her mind was spinning, her thoughts crashing into one another like a stormy sea.

'Not their daughter? How?'

She started the engine and drove off without a clear destination in mind.