It never occurred to Connor how two little cotton swabs could change two men’s lives forever.
He put the sealed plastic bag back into the white plastic envelope, feeling the other one that was already in it, tore the sticky seal, and closed it. He turned it over, looked at the logo of Absergo Laboratory, and sighed.
So that was it. All he had to do now was to put the envelope into a mailbox, and waited for another six weeks or so.
After all, how much more could his life be changed in six week?
He smiled bitterly to himself, remembering what his mother had told him about Haytham.
They met when Haytham was first transferred to the university about 27 years ago. He was a Ph. D. student in political science and happened to be one of the TA’s in Ziio’s class. They met on the very first day Haytham arrived at the campus, trying to navigate to the massive Arts Complex (which was also known as “The Grand Temple” because it really was huge), and getting lost. Ziio helped him find the way, and maybe thought he was cute or something. Later, one of the guys from their class had been harassing Ziio, and Haytham helped her out of trouble. They started dating after that semester was over.
Eventually, they parted on bad terms three years later, because Haytham was too caught up in getting his degree and employment within the school. Ziio was driven away by his ambitions and became rather frustrated and depressed. Her rather reckless partying shortly afterwards ended with an unexpected pregnancy. And there came the mystery of Connor’s biological father.
Connor wondered briefly if his mother would be turning in her grave, now that he had formed a rather awkward and complicated tie with Haytham.
But in the end, he decided he couldn’t afford the time and energy to dwell longer in that thought.
After all, none of them could turn back the clock.
Yes, No, and Maybe [3/?]
He put the sealed plastic bag back into the white plastic envelope, feeling the other one that was already in it, tore the sticky seal, and closed it. He turned it over, looked at the logo of Absergo Laboratory, and sighed.
So that was it. All he had to do now was to put the envelope into a mailbox, and waited for another six weeks or so.
After all, how much more could his life be changed in six week?
He smiled bitterly to himself, remembering what his mother had told him about Haytham.
They met when Haytham was first transferred to the university about 27 years ago. He was a Ph. D. student in political science and happened to be one of the TA’s in Ziio’s class. They met on the very first day Haytham arrived at the campus, trying to navigate to the massive Arts Complex (which was also known as “The Grand Temple” because it really was huge), and getting lost. Ziio helped him find the way, and maybe thought he was cute or something. Later, one of the guys from their class had been harassing Ziio, and Haytham helped her out of trouble. They started dating after that semester was over.
Eventually, they parted on bad terms three years later, because Haytham was too caught up in getting his degree and employment within the school. Ziio was driven away by his ambitions and became rather frustrated and depressed. Her rather reckless partying shortly afterwards ended with an unexpected pregnancy. And there came the mystery of Connor’s biological father.
Connor wondered briefly if his mother would be turning in her grave, now that he had formed a rather awkward and complicated tie with Haytham.
But in the end, he decided he couldn’t afford the time and energy to dwell longer in that thought.
After all, none of them could turn back the clock.