I looked at Wyatt.
We had talked about children.
A house.
A future.
Now fear entered every dream at once.
“Could my children be harmed?”
“We cannot answer that without testing.”
Melanie whispered, “Do they know where we are?”
Before anyone responded, every light in the hospital went dark.
An alarm began to scream.
Wyatt pulled me behind the bed.
Beckett drew his weapon.
Emergency power flickered on.
“Last surviving subject?”
Walter’s gaze moved toward Melanie.
And the room went silent.
Melanie whispered the truth before he could.
“You weren’t the only child Grandpa treated.”
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THE SECOND GIRL IN THE FILE
Walter was transported to the hospital under armed guard.
By sunrise, federal investigators had sealed the underground laboratory.
I sat in a secure hospital room with Wyatt and Melanie while Detective Beckett placed a thin file on the table between us.
Two photographs lay inside.
