The truth landed like shrapnel, and no one walked out of that hospital room unscarred. One man was dying. One man wanted data. And in the middle stood Ava, the child both of them claimed and neither could fully keep. When the envelope tore open, it didn’t just expose DNA — it detonated yea… Continues…
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