[Three days before]
{Narra Jughead}
I yawned down to prepare breakfast for Betty and me. Dad had been waiting for a letter about a matter that he hadn't told me much, so when he noticed that there was correspondence on the floor, he took the letters and went to the kitchen.
I turned on the coffee maker and with disinterest I read what the cards are about. My hand trembled when I noticed one coming from the hospital... it was the DNA test. Shit.
I had to tell Betty, but... what if it was Archie? I would lose Betty forever.
Take a deep breath and I decided to open it. Start reading it
Probabilities of Paternity: Archibald Andrews
%99.99
Probabilities of Paternity: Forsythe. P. Jones
%00.01
J: son of a bitch! -hit the table-
I felt my eyesight cloud a little... I knew this would happen, a part of me always knew it but no. I wouldn't give the satisfaction to Archie's idiot.
I turned on the kitchen and burned the menu until I left it in ashes and then carefully put it together.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone, dialing the only person who could help me now.
V: Jughead?
J: Veronica... I need a favor. Can a DNA result be falsified?
