“My future is no longer your concern,” I said.

“Do not be foolish, Adrian,” she said.

“You have too much to lose.”

“I have already lost eight years,” I said.

“And I am not losing another day.”

“If you do this, you will destroy everything I built for you,” she said.

“You built it on a lie,” I said.

I hung up the phone.

I looked at Marcus.

“We don’t have much time,” I said.

“Pack up any files related to the trust.”

“We are leaving.”

He began grabbing folders from his desk drawers.

I folded the DNA report and placed it in my inside jacket pocket.

It felt like a shield against my chest.

We walked out of his office and back toward the lobby.

As we reached the elevators, the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered.

The entire floor went dark.

Only the emergency exit signs cast a dim red glow over the carpet.

The sound of the elevator motor hummed in the shaft.

Someone was coming up.

I pulled Marcus back into the shadows near the reception desk.

We waited in the silence.