The hospital corridor fell silent as Claire Pierce stepped forward, her police badge glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. The crowd of reporters parted like the Red Sea, their hungry eyes darting between her and Imogen.
"I'm Officer Claire Pierce," she announced, her voice carrying authority that made even Delilah Silas straighten her spine. "And I'm afraid I have some information that contradicts what's been claimed here today."
I watched Imogen's face carefully. A flicker of fear crossed her features before she buried it beneath another theatrical sob.
"The DNA results are conclusive," Claire continued, nodding to the doctor beside her. "The miscarried fetus does not match Liam Ricardo's DNA profile. Not even close."
Delilah stepped forward, her designer heels clicking against the linoleum floor. "This is absurd. My family will not tolerate—"
