My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel, driving faster than I ever had before. Cameron Johnson was slumped in the backseat, his arm wrapped in a blood-soaked towel. Mrs. Johnson sat beside him, her face ashen with fear as she pressed another towel against the wound.
"Hold on, Cameron," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We're almost there."
I'd arrived at the Johnson mansion just thirty minutes ago, filled with hope and anticipation. The DNA test kit was in my purse. I was finally going to confirm what I'd suspected—that Evelyn Johnson was my mother.
Instead, I'd walked into chaos. Cameron had severed an artery while working in his study. Glass everywhere, blood pooling on the expensive hardwood floor.
"Juliana, please hurry," Mrs. Johnson called from the back seat. The desperation in her voice cut through my thoughts.
I pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving through traffic. The hospital loomed ahead, its emergency entrance bright against the darkening sky.
