After celebrating with the hospital staff when told of the news about Dr. Miller’s son, Dr. Reynolds headed back to his office knowing that if Becca caused any trouble for him, he would have no problem changing the status of Caleb’s miracle recovery.
He checked his email and saw a message from Jimmy in his inbox.
Subject: DNA results.
Stephen, you got your genetic match alright. I was surprised by the results myself. If you have any questions at all, please feel free to call or stop by. Jimmy
Dr. Reynolds’ eyes immediately dropped to the DNA results. The probability of the two samples being biological siblings was inconclusive. He heaved a sigh while wondering which one of the samples was tainted.
The next section clearly stated that …show more content…
Reynolds placed his hands firmly down on the cherry wood desk and thought back. He recalled the last year of Cassandra’s life; how her parents kept her so close. She lived with them until moving in with Blake. Heat began to rise from his skin as he realized what Cassandra had really been hiding from him all those years ago. Trying to wrap his mind around how in the world Cassandra and Blake could have hid a baby from him, he slammed his fist down on the cherry desk. As he thought about Cathy Davenport playing him for the past eighteen years, he seethed with anger ─ all bets were off.
Cassandra’s death tormented him; he didn’t mean to kill her. As far as Blake dying, he always felt satisfied in having the last word. Only now that satisfaction was being ripped away ─ Blake was the father of Cassandra’s baby. He was pissed off and everyone involved was going to pay the price.
Dr. Reynolds immediately left the hospital for home. His sister, Sharon, was sitting on the couch in the living room listening to the television. He slammed his car keys and attaché case down on the dining room table and stomped in to see her. “Sharon!” he shouted, demanding her immediate …show more content…
Miller called me about an hour ago. I was going to call you right away, but he said Dr. Walberg would give you the news. We should be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay,” Becca said. “I’ll see you soon.”
With an unexpected burst of energy, Becca tossed back the blankets and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She knotted her hair on top of her head and washed her face with the small bar of soap at the mini-sink, momentarily forgetting about what was under her covers. She brushed her teeth vigorously before going back to her hospital bed. Dressed in yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she brushed her long hair to silk. As she did, she thought about seeing Caleb’s smile again and hearing him laugh.
She wanted to pick up the phone and call the Millers, but knew she shouldn’t. They had already taken precious time to talk to her dad and Dr. Walberg. It wouldn’t be right to impose on them now.
Becca scooted back on the bed and reached her hand under the blanket. She leaned against the pillows with a weighted plastic bag in her hand. It was worn thin and whatever was inside was wrapped up in tissue paper. The second she opened the baggie, a nurse came through her door with dinner. Becca carefully tucked the baggie behind her back as the nurse pulled the tray stand across her bed and set her dinner down. “Here you go!” she said, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. “You probably don’t have much of an appetite thanks to your meds, but you need to eat
He checked his email and saw a message from Jimmy in his inbox.
Subject: DNA results.
Stephen, you got your genetic match alright. I was surprised by the results myself. If you have any questions at all, please feel free to call or stop by. Jimmy
Dr. Reynolds’ eyes immediately dropped to the DNA results. The probability of the two samples being biological siblings was inconclusive. He heaved a sigh while wondering which one of the samples was tainted.
The next section clearly stated that …show more content…
Reynolds placed his hands firmly down on the cherry wood desk and thought back. He recalled the last year of Cassandra’s life; how her parents kept her so close. She lived with them until moving in with Blake. Heat began to rise from his skin as he realized what Cassandra had really been hiding from him all those years ago. Trying to wrap his mind around how in the world Cassandra and Blake could have hid a baby from him, he slammed his fist down on the cherry desk. As he thought about Cathy Davenport playing him for the past eighteen years, he seethed with anger ─ all bets were off.
Cassandra’s death tormented him; he didn’t mean to kill her. As far as Blake dying, he always felt satisfied in having the last word. Only now that satisfaction was being ripped away ─ Blake was the father of Cassandra’s baby. He was pissed off and everyone involved was going to pay the price.
Dr. Reynolds immediately left the hospital for home. His sister, Sharon, was sitting on the couch in the living room listening to the television. He slammed his car keys and attaché case down on the dining room table and stomped in to see her. “Sharon!” he shouted, demanding her immediate …show more content…
Miller called me about an hour ago. I was going to call you right away, but he said Dr. Walberg would give you the news. We should be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay,” Becca said. “I’ll see you soon.”
With an unexpected burst of energy, Becca tossed back the blankets and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She knotted her hair on top of her head and washed her face with the small bar of soap at the mini-sink, momentarily forgetting about what was under her covers. She brushed her teeth vigorously before going back to her hospital bed. Dressed in yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she brushed her long hair to silk. As she did, she thought about seeing Caleb’s smile again and hearing him laugh.
She wanted to pick up the phone and call the Millers, but knew she shouldn’t. They had already taken precious time to talk to her dad and Dr. Walberg. It wouldn’t be right to impose on them now.
Becca scooted back on the bed and reached her hand under the blanket. She leaned against the pillows with a weighted plastic bag in her hand. It was worn thin and whatever was inside was wrapped up in tissue paper. The second she opened the baggie, a nurse came through her door with dinner. Becca carefully tucked the baggie behind her back as the nurse pulled the tray stand across her bed and set her dinner down. “Here you go!” she said, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. “You probably don’t have much of an appetite thanks to your meds, but you need to eat