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Just drop it.” He’d have said something different if his grandparents were still alive. They were worth knowing. His mom, well she had issues, and they didn’t need to become Christian’s.
    His words were met with silence. Bob nodded. Christian’s eyes became wary. Mrs. Wentworth grabbed her napkin and sobbed afresh, like she hadn’t been crying for hours. The senator put his arm around her again.
     
    ***
     
    Sunday, the next day, a tech came and swabbed the inside of their cheeks. The whole process took less than five minutes, but after it was done, the atmosphere in the house changed. They were officially awaiting results. The mansion held every imaginable distraction: books, games, movies, music, and wireless high-speed Internet. But, none of the luxuries took their minds off the paternity test.
    Their nerves stretched thinner by the hour. They were in the library, watching an inane comedy, when Bob called. The results were back. He’d bring them over in person.
    The four of them pretended to watch the rest of the movie. Bob arrived, still wearing a suit though it was Sunday night. He went straight to the senator and passed him a white envelope.
    The senator tore open the seal and pulled out two regular 8 ½ by 11 sheets of paper. His eyes scanned the words. The papers crumpled under his grip. He dropped back against the wall, and his shocked eyes lifted to Rhys.
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    The hair on Rhys’ arms rose, and he took a step back.
    Mrs. Wentworth grabbed the pages. She skimmed the contents. “I knew it.” She tugged the pages from the senator’s loose grip, and her arms went around Rhys.
    All her makeup and composure were back in place. She smelled like a powdery perfume. She pressed the report into Rhys’ hand.
     
    Wentworth Laboratories
    DNA Lab Branch
    Houston, Texas 77070
     
    Paternity Test
    Specimen: Buccal swab.
    14 September
    Conclusion: The alleged father, Steven Wentworth, cannot be excluded as the biological father of Rhys Zukowski. Based on the genetic testing results, the probability of paternity is 99.99%.
     
    Page two had identical information for Christian.
    Holy Shit.
    Steven Wentworth is my father.
    The librarian is my mother.
    Christian is my brother.
    Mom isn’t my mom.
    The air compressed around him, squeezing his skin, making breathing a challenge. My name is really Braedon Wentworth ?
    The librarian glowed. “I knew. I knew.”
    The senator rubbed his forehead, his blue eyes dazed. Christian’s jaw gaped. Neither had believed this to be possible.
    Bob carried on like there was a checklist, and he’d just ticked off number ten. “Okay. Okay. We can work with this.”
    “Rhys stays here.” The librarian held onto him like he’d bolt for the door, which he might have, if not for her tight grip.
    The senator rubbed his chin. “I’m inclined to support that.” His voice had lost its powerful conviction. “We’ll move him in after the election.”
    Rhys stepped sideways, pulling free from the librarian, feeling his bubble of disbelief wavering. What the hell?
    Bob got in front of him. “You still good with the plan? Mouth shut and your mom gets the standard federal stipend for you going to this special boarding school program. Win-win.”
    “I’m his mom,” Mrs. Wentworth snapped.
    Rhys didn’t think he’d told her too much about Mom over the years. But, Mom had dropped him off and picked him up at the library a number of times, so they had met. He thought of how often he’d fought with Mom over the keys, and who’d drive when she’d shown up loaded, which was more often than he cared to remember. He felt his face burn. Mrs. Wentworth’s protectiveness was way out of proportion, like he couldn’t handle things at home.
    Christian stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, bro, let them fight this out. We’ll go squabble over my toys.”
    Rhys shook his head. “I don’t want your things.”
    “Dude, like it or not, they’re our