Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“But it looks like no one’s filled in your genetic parents,” Brisa said,
tapping the screen a few more times. “What names should I put in?”
“Oh.” Sophie fidgeted in her chair. “Funny thing, but . . . I don’t
know.”
Juji frowned. “You don’t know who your biological parents are?”
“No. No one’s ever told me. I’ve tried to guess a few times, but I’ve
always been wrong.”
“Can’t you just ask the people who made you? The”—Brisa
squinted at her screen—“Black Swan?”
“I have. But they said I’m not allowed to know—some sort of
privacy thing for the donors, I guess. It’s super weird, but . . .” She
shrugged.
Juji and Brisa shared a long look before Juji said, “Okay. Let’s see
what happens.”
They both tapped several buttons on their screens and leaned back.
“It’s processing,” Brisa explained. “Should be just a minute.”
But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t two minutes either.
Or three.
By four, Sophie’s back was drenched with sweat and she was having
to sit on her hands to spare her eyelashes.
By five, even Juji and Brisa were getting fidgety. But they kept right
on smiling, until their screens made a soft beeping sound and flashed
red.
Red was rarely good.
“Is something wrong?” Sophie had to ask.
Juji and Brisa shared a look, before they both held up their screens
to let her read the result herself.
SOPHIE ELIZABETH FOSTER IS UNMATCHABLE.