The DNA Dilemma

AUDREY'S POV

“Mummy,” I heard Cora’s soft voice call out, her little footsteps padding across the tiled floor toward the kitchen where I was standing over the stove, turning the eggs in the pan.

“Yes?” I asked, though my eyes stayed on the frying pan, making sure the edges didn’t burn.

She didn’t respond immediately. I noticed her raise her hand, holding something that looked like a folded paper.