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Court-Ordered DNA Test
Author: A.D.O pen.
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The hospital laboratory was sterile and cold, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the smell of antiseptic sharp in the air. Isabelle sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs lining the wall, Thomas in his carrier at her feet, while Ethan stood by the window looking out at the parking lot below. Derek arrived last, escorted by his lawyer, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop another ten degrees when he walked through the door.

Nobody spoke. The silence was suffocating, broken only by Thomas’s occasional coos and the distant sound of hospital announcements over the PA system. This was a court order, not a social gathering, and everyone present understood the weight of what was about to happen.

A technician in blue scrubs emerged from the back room, clipboard in hand and a professional smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She’d probably done hundreds of these tests, Isabelle realized, seen dozens of families in various stages of falling apart over questions of pate
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