She burst through the door and ran straight to the end of the hallway.

Judd called her name from behind, but she didn’t hear him.

He frowned, casting a glance back at Stevenson’s hospital room. Stevenson sat with his face buried in his hands, equally lost in pain.

By the time Judd reached the stairwell, Charlotte was crouched on the steps, quietly sobbing.

He pressed his lips together and walked over to her.

Hearing footsteps, Charlotte quickly wiped her tears away and stood up as if nothing had happened.

When she saw it was Judd, she froze, her voice hoarse. “Pro… Professor

Carstairs.”

“You’ve been crying?”

Charlotte’s knuckles brushed her eyes. “No.”

“Still insisting, huh?” Judd gently moved her hand aside, locking eyes with her red–rimmed ones. “I heard everything.”

She stared at the floor, silent.

Judd leaned in closer. “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “What if your

mistook someone else for their child? You’re their child, but

were me, I’d just tell

they

as DNA tests. If words

evidence will be.”

She said

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dawn on Judd; he narrowed his eyes. “You’re not talking about the

this upset because you’re connected to the Rayburns, or… you’re saying you might be their

know.” Charlotte gripped her wrist tightly. “Right now, I’m not even sure who

the old you was never

and wallowing, why not take matters into

old you was never like

the same thing

Charlotte froze.

I like

so pessimistic, or so indecisive about

long moment.

I’ve heard enough about you—your name and your reputation. I’ve heard it so much, my ears

there in a daze for

these six years of a miserable

was?

Charlotte didn’t see him for several

front of you all the time, but now he’s nowhere to be found. What’s

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