Hailee's POV
I couldn't breathe. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, like life itself was draining from my body. My chest tightened, and I pressed a trembling hand against it, trying to steady my breath, but it didn't help. The doctor's words kept echoing in my head.
"Each boy has a different father."
I blinked, unable to believe what I'd just heard. My eyes darted toward the three men standing across from me. They weren't saying a word. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide and filled with the same disbelief I felt. Nathan looked like someone had ripped the ground out from beneath him. Callum's jaw was tight, his knuckles white at his sides. Dane just stood there, frozen, his face unreadable, but his eyes, his eyes were full of quiet shock.
