Gideon's eyes snapped open. He gasped sharply and looked around in a daze. His surroundings were familiar. Too familiar.
It was his office, and he found himself seated in his chair.
"What?"
The polished desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint scent of lavender room freshener – everything was intact.
'What the hell is going on?' he wondered in confusion.
He remembered going to rescue Chloe, and then the explosion. He had been severely injured, and he thought he was dead.
How could he still be alive?
Before he could understand anything, Matthew's voice rang over his head.
"Yes, this is the truth. The report confirmed that the baby girl Madam Summer gave birth to is not yours."
Gideon froze. The words echoed in his mind. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over him.
The words, the scene seemed to have happened already. He noticed a file in his hand.
It was a paternity test result.
His chest tightened. He looked at Matthew and asked urgently, "What's the date today?"
