Just a terrible dawning suspicion.

“Let go of me!” Odette was screaming now, the mask gone completely, mascara going with it.

“She’s lying!

They’re trying to extort this family!

Let go — ”

Rosalind opened the envelope with hands that had begun to tremble.

She drew out the certified report and held it at arm’s length and read down it, and the whole room watched her eyes reach the bottom, where two lines were printed in plain bold type.

Probability of paternity, Wyatt Dalton: 99.99%.