#Chapter 88: Future Plans

Aria’s POV Back at home, I paced back and forth in the kitchen. Joe was out in the living room, finishing his homework with the television on. I didn’t have the heart to force him to focus, not when I wanted to make certain he wouldn’t overhear this conversation. Isabella sat on one of the kitchen chairs, watching me as I walked from the refrigerator to the dishwater and back again. I still felt numb and cold, but freezing my emotions helped my mind to concentrate. Moving a mile a minute, my brain was making plans. “You are sure of what you saw?” Isabella asked. “There’s definitely no mistake?” I motioned toward the table in front of her, where the DNA test sat. For Sophia to let me so freely take it, I wondered if she had copies. She’d probably start handing them out at parties, eager to rub it into anyone’s face who had thought Liam might have actually loved me, his wife. Isabella glanced at the letter, then back to me. “It just doesn’t make sense. After everything he’s d