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<\/p>\n\u201cMy blood. Stem cells. Bone marrow. Whatever you need.\u201d \u201cWe don\u2019t know if you\u2019re compatible yet.\u201d \u201cYou will.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s not how this works.\u201d Clara stepped closer. \u201cShe has the same mutation I do.\u201d Everyone froze. Yates stared at her. \u201cWhat mutation?\u201d Clara looked at me. \u201cThe one Genevieve found.\u201d My skin went cold. Yates pulled her records from the counter. \u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d \u201cI carry a rare genetic variant. It increases the chance of marrow failure under certain conditions.\u201d Yates\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know the twins inherited it until Genevieve contacted me.\u201d I grabbed her shoulder. \u201cYou knew my children could get sick?\u201d \u201cShe didn\u2019t tell me where you lived. She was afraid someone was watching her.\u201d \u201cWHO?\u201d \u201cI DON\u2019T KNOW!\u201d Her voice broke. For the first time, she looked terrified. \u201cI spent two years trying to reach you.\u201d Dr. Yates interrupted. \u201cHer initial typing is back.\u201d He stared at the screen. My heart stopped. \u201cWell?\u201d He looked at Clara. Then at me. \u201cShe\u2019s an extraordinary match.\u201d \u201cHow extraordinary?\u201d \u201cClose enough that I want full confirmation immediately.\u201d Hope entered the room so violently it hurt. \u201cCan she save Blythe?\u201d Yates hesitated. \u201cPossibly.\u201d That one word nearly dropped me to my knees.<\/p>\n
Possibly.<\/p>\n
An hour earlier, there had been nothing.<\/p>\n
Now there was possibly.<\/p>\n
Blythe stabilized after emergency treatment.<\/p>\n
Jonah eventually fell asleep against my chest.<\/p>\n
Clara stood near the doorway, watching them.<\/p>\n
There was something unbearable in her expression.<\/p>\n
Not curiosity.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Love.<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than anger would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t look at them like that,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n
She flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike they belong to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know they don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I regretted the words almost immediately.<\/p>\n
But grief makes selfish men cruel.<\/p>\n
And I had never been good at being anything else.<\/p>\n
She turned to leave.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
I forced the question out.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever see them after they were born?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cGenevieve sent me one photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she asked me to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Blythe.<\/p>\n
Genevieve had loved them.<\/p>\n
Whatever she had done, she had loved them.<\/p>\n
That much I knew.<\/p>\n
By nightfall, the mansion was locked down.<\/p>\n
The captured attackers were being questioned below the east garage.<\/p>\n
Prescott personally checked every camera record from the previous forty-eight hours.<\/p>\n
I stayed beside the twins.<\/p>\n
Clara was given a room near the medical wing under guard.<\/p>\n
At eleven thirty, Yates found me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe confirmed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe matches both.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief hit so hard I had to grip the chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen do we start?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a complication.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s always a complication.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe genetic variant Clara mentioned is real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the twins\u2019 condition may not be naturally progressing the way we thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yates closed the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCertain substances can trigger catastrophic marrow suppression in people with this mutation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat substances?\u201d<\/p>\n
He named several.<\/p>\n
One caught my attention.<\/p>\n
A medication.<\/p>\n
A common immune-modulating compound sometimes used in experimental treatment protocols.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe never gave them that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut someone may have.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room suddenly felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI reviewed their toxicology history.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are traces.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand slowly curled into a fist.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRepeated exposure. Possibly months.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice barely worked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re telling me somebody has been poisoning my children?\u201d<\/p>\n
Yates chose his words carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you their decline may have been accelerated intentionally.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left before rage could make me destroy the room.<\/p>\n
Prescott met me in the corridor.<\/p>\n
I told him everything.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Not shock.<\/p>\n
Guilt.<\/p>\n
I noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLawson\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I didn\u2019t tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
He looked toward the twins\u2019 room.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago, we found a security irregularity in the medical supply deliveries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI investigated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe paperwork traced back to an internal authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Prescott didn\u2019t answer fast enough.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never signed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you someone cloned my credentials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand was already around his collar before I realized it.<\/p>\n
Prescott had been with me eighteen years.<\/p>\n
He had taken a bullet meant for me in Detroit.<\/p>\n
He had carried Jonah to an ambulance after a playground accident.<\/p>\n
He had stood beside Genevieve\u2019s coffin.<\/p>\n
Yet now every memory became evidence against him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you intercepting Clara\u2019s letters?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know about the medication?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you help kill Genevieve?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t struggle.<\/p>\n
That made it worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved her too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I released him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind out who used your credentials.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd until then, you stay away from my children.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pain flickered across his face.<\/p>\n
But he nodded.<\/p>\n
At two in the morning, I finally opened Genevieve\u2019s entire letter.<\/p>\n
I had only read the first lines earlier.<\/p>\n
Now I sat alone beside Blythe and continued.<\/p>\n
Lawson,
\nIf Clara is standing in front of you, then I failed to keep this buried.
\nBefore you hate me, understand one thing: I never lied because I wanted to take something from you.
\nI lied because I was afraid.
\nClara gave us the greatest gift of my life.
\nBut months after the twins were born, I discovered someone had accessed the fertility clinic records.
\nSomeone knew Clara was their biological mother.
\nSomeone also knew about the mutation.
\nI believed they intended to use the children against you.
\nI tried to find out who.
\nI made a mistake.
\nI trusted someone inside the house.
\nIf anything happens to me, do not trust the obvious enemy.
\nCrosby Vane is dangerous, but he is not the person I fear most.
\nThe person I fear is someone you call family.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
I had almost none left.<\/p>\n
My parents were dead.<\/p>\n
Genevieve was gone.<\/p>\n
The twins were everything.<\/p>\n
Except one person.<\/p>\n
My younger brother.<\/p>\n
Elliot Mercer.<\/p>\n
The harmless one.<\/p>\n
The brother who had avoided the family business.<\/p>\n
The uncle who visited Jonah and Blythe every Sunday.<\/p>\n
The man currently sleeping in the guest wing.<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly the letter fell from my hands.<\/p>\n
I called security.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
I called again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then every light in the medical wing went dark.<\/p>\n
Blythe\u2019s monitor switched to battery power.<\/p>\n
Jonah woke instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
I drew my gun.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay with your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
A shadow moved outside the glass.<\/p>\n
I aimed.<\/p>\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n
Clara stepped inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawson?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet down.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dropped beside the bed.<\/p>\n
Emergency lights flickered red.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A message.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
COME TO THE WEST CONSERVATORY ALONE.<\/p>\n
OR YOUR BROTHER DIES.<\/p>\n
Attached was a photograph.<\/p>\n
Elliot sat tied to a chair.<\/p>\n
Blood ran from his temple.<\/p>\n
Behind him stood Crosby Vane.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
Genevieve had warned me not to trust the obvious enemy.<\/p>\n
Yet the obvious enemy was holding my brother hostage.<\/p>\n
Maybe Elliot wasn\u2019t the traitor.<\/p>\n
Maybe someone wanted me to believe he was.<\/p>\n
I turned to Clara.<\/p>\n
\u201cLock this door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo end this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I found Prescott outside the stairwell despite my order.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re supposed to stay away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can shoot me later.\u201d<\/p>\n
He held up a tablet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found who accessed the medical supply system.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He handed me the screen.<\/p>\n
The authorization logs showed Prescott\u2019s credentials.<\/p>\n
But the biometric security camera had captured a face.<\/p>\n
Not Elliot.<\/p>\n
Not Crosby.<\/p>\n
Not any guard.<\/p>\n
Dr. Franklin Yates.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I simply stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Prescott\u2019s voice was grim.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s been modifying the twins\u2019 treatment records for months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward the medical suite.<\/p>\n
Yates was gone.<\/p>\n
I ran.<\/p>\n
The twins\u2019 room door was open.<\/p>\n
Clara stood inside.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
My children were missing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you sent him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWHO?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Yates.\u201d<\/p>\n
The world turned red.<\/p>\n
We searched the wing.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then the speaker system crackled.<\/p>\n
Yates\u2019s voice filled the mansion.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawson, if you\u2019re hearing this, don\u2019t follow me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the security monitor.<\/p>\n
A vehicle was moving beneath the estate through an old service tunnel.<\/p>\n
A tunnel only four people knew existed.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Prescott.<\/p>\n
Genevieve.<\/p>\n
And my brother.<\/p>\n
Then Yates said something that changed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve spent six years raising children who were never supposed to survive their first birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe leukemia was never the plan. Their illness is the consequence of someone trying to correct an old mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYates!\u201d I shouted at the speaker.<\/p>\n
His voice continued calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk Clara what happened at St. Vincent\u2019s fertility laboratory six years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Clara went completely pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
She backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawson\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with terror.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe embryos Genevieve carried\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She could barely speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were supposed to be two.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were two.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were three.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence swallowed the room.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the third child?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought the embryo didn\u2019t survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Prescott\u2019s tablet chimed.<\/p>\n
A new image appeared from one of the tunnel cameras.<\/p>\n
Yates was driving.<\/p>\n
Jonah and Blythe lay in the back seat.<\/p>\n
But someone else sat beside him.<\/p>\n
A small boy.<\/p>\n
About six years old.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
Gray eyes.<\/p>\n
My eyes.<\/p>\n
The resemblance was unmistakable.<\/p>\n
And around his neck hung a silver pendant Genevieve had worn every day until the morning she died.<\/p>\n
Clara covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
The boy turned toward the camera.<\/p>\n
Then the feed went black.<\/p>\n
I stood frozen in the red emergency light, realizing the truth was far worse than anything Genevieve had written.<\/p>\n
Somewhere beneath my home, my dying twins were being taken away by the doctor I had trusted with their lives.<\/p>\n
And beside him sat a third child carrying Mercer blood.<\/p>\n
A child I had never known existed.<\/p>\n
A child someone had hidden for six years.<\/p>\n
And suddenly I understood why Crosby Vane had come to my gates.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t trying to get in.<\/p>\n
He had been trying to stop someone from getting out.<\/p>\n
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\u201cMy blood. Stem cells. Bone marrow. Whatever you need.\u201d \u201cWe don\u2019t know if you\u2019re compatible yet.\u201d \u201cYou will.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s not how this works.\u201d Clara stepped closer. \u201cShe has the same … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3333,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,21,22,1,5,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aita","category-daily-article","category-reddit-stories","category-story","category-story-daily","category-viral-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5103"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5104,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5103\/revisions\/5104"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}