CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR: “MY SON”

Mark paced back and forth in the living room, his mind swirling with doubts and fears. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right, that Oliver, his beloved son, might not be his biological child. He couldn’t ignore the striking resemblance between Oliver and his wife, Hazel, and the unsettling thought gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. As he waited anxiously for the DNA test results to come back, Mark couldn’t help but replay the events that had led him to this moment. He recalled the day Oliver was born, the overwhelming rush of emotions as he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time. He remembered the joy and excitement that had filled their home, the anticipation of watching their family grow together. But now, those happy memories were overshadowed by doubt and uncertainty. Mark couldn’t shake the feeling that Oliver’s features didn’t quite match his own, that there was something off about the way he looked. He knew