Since she already knew it was the DNA Diagnostic Center calling, Rachel picked the call up and put it on speaker so Gwen could listen, too.
The operator's robotic voice rang out, "We've already sent a digital copy of the DNA report to your email, but if you require the original document, feel free to stop by our center to retrieve it at any time."
"Thank you," Rachel replied before hanging up.
As she did this, she instinctively glanced at Gwen.
Gwen's face had flushed red in excitement and anticipation, but she did not make any move to enter Rachel's room at all.
No matter how excited she was, Gwen was still cautious not to overstep her welcome.
How could anyone bear to hurt such a vulnerable woman?
Rachel sighed, grabbed hold of Gwen's hand, and pulled her into the room. Then, she turned on her laptop.
Gwen sat down in the chair, her back as straight as a rod, and was in so much anticipation that she did not know where to place her hands.
She was behaving like a student waiting to hear news about a recent exam.
Rachel furrowed her brow and clicked on the email.
Gwen's breath caught in her throat.
The digital report appeared in front of their eyes.
[Specimen A and Specimen B were a 99.99% match and are highly likely to be the same person.]
Gwen read this sentence over and over, so much so that she wanted nothing more than to carve these words into her mind.
Her gut feeling was right, and so was Rachel's suspicion.
They were right!
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