The question haunted me. Did he know who I was when he swiped right? Was this some sick game?
I had to find out.
I met him at his penthouse. Neutral ground felt impossible — everywhere reminded me of us.
He looked terrible. Unshaven, tired, worried. He reached for me at the door. I stepped back.
"What's going on, Jade? You're scaring me."
I handed him the DNA results.
He frowned, confused. Read the page. Read it again.
Then his face went white.