Maya's POV
"That's impossible." I stare at the birth certificate. "James Walsh can't be Hope's father."
Ethan reads over my shoulder. His face goes pale. "This has to be fake."
"Or the DNA test was fake." My hands shake. "Marcus could have forged either one."
Detective Morrison examines the document. "This looks official. Hospital seal. Doctor signatures. Filed with the city."
"Run the DNA test again," I demand. "Right now. Test Hope, test Ethan, test me. I need to know the truth."
"We can do that. But Maya, if this is real"
"It's not real. It can't be." But doubt creeps in. "I was never with James. Never. He's Derek's father. My daughter's grandfather. Not her father."
"Unless something happened you don't remember," Sophie says carefully. "Maya, you were poisoned for months. There are gaps in your memory from that time."
Horror floods through me. "No. I would remember. I would know."
But would I? The poisoning made everything foggy. Made me weak. Made me forget things.
