A little excerpt from Kris— Kris has been sent to the genetic testing clinic a second time to confirm his identity.

Imagination running wild, Kris envisioned his parents as rebels, rock stars and time travelers…always coming back to the same conclusion. It was more likely that his genetics were tied with a set of criminals serving life sentences in maximum security.
As he stared up toward the dropped ceiling, the boy wished that he was somewhere else. He really did not want to learn that his father and mother were akin to Bonnie and Clyde. “Next,” the nurse called his name after reexamining his forms. “Kris Cane.” Looking up from the hallway chair, he wondered why she bothered. There was no one there except him.

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