data-assistant-writing-block-title=””>Part 3 — The Truth They Buried
The footsteps grew louder.
The stranger’s warning hung in the room like a death sentence.
“They know she’s here.”
Jason immediately moved toward the door.
“Who?”
His uncle grabbed his arm.
“Not here.”
“Who knows?”
“Jason, listen to me. If you want that child alive, you need to get her out of this hospital.”
Emily tightened her arms around the baby.
“No.”
Everyone looked at her.
She was crying, but there was something different in her expression now.
Determination.
“Nobody is taking my daughter anywhere.”
The stranger looked at her for a long moment.
Then he nodded.
“Good.”
Jason stared at him.
“Tell us everything.”
His uncle glanced toward the hallway.
“We don’t have much time.”
He closed the door and locked it.
Then he turned toward us.
“Your father wasn’t the man you thought he was.”
My heart sank.
“Don’t talk about my father like that.”
“You deserve to know the truth.”
“He was our father.”
“And he loved you.”
The man paused.
“But he was also terrified.”
Jason shook his head.
“Terrified of what?”
“Of a secret that began before either of you were born.”
He looked at me.
“Your mother couldn’t have children.”
I froze.
“What?”
“She had suffered several miscarriages before you.”
Jason stared at him.
“But that’s impossible. We were twins.”
“I know.”
The stranger took a breath.
“That’s why your father turned to a fertility researcher he knew.”
Emily whispered, “The clinic.”
He nodded.
“Not the clinic you think. A private research program.”
My mind raced.
“What kind of program?”
“A genetic study.”
Jason’s face tightened.
“What did they do?”
“They were trying to determine whether certain inherited markers could predict extraordinary resistance to disease.”
I stared at him.
“And us?”
“You were part of the study.”
Jason looked horrified.
“Our parents agreed to it?”
“Your father did.”
“And Mom?”
The stranger lowered his eyes.
“Your mother discovered what was happening.”
A terrible silence filled the room.
“She wanted to take you away.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“She threatened to expose the program.”
“And Dad?”
“He tried to stop her.”
I felt tears burning my eyes.
“No.”
“He didn’t kill her,” the man said quickly. “But after she died, he buried everything.”
Jason’s voice trembled.
“Then what’s the mark?”
The stranger looked toward the baby.
“That mark is a genetic identifier.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“The researchers used it to identify children connected to the study.”
Emily looked down at her daughter.
“Why does our baby have it?”
The stranger hesitated.
“Because the embryo wasn’t created from your genetic material.”
Jason stared at him.
“Then whose?”
The man looked at me.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“No.”
He nodded.
“The embryo came from an archived genetic sample.”
Jason whispered, “Whose sample?”
His uncle’s expression broke.
“Your mother’s.”
Nobody moved.
Emily’s mouth fell open.
“But she’s been dead for years.”
“Yes.”
“That isn’t possible.”
“It was.”
Jason shook his head.
“You’re saying our daughter was created using our mother’s genetic material?”
“Not exactly.”
He looked at me.
“The egg belonged to your mother.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“And the sperm?”
The stranger looked at Jason.
“Your father’s.”
The room went completely silent.
Emily stared at the baby.
Jason stepped backward.
“So she’s…”
“Your biological sister.”
Emily gasped.
I felt my knees weaken.
The baby was not Jason’s daughter.
She was his biological sister.
And somehow, I had carried her.
But the stranger wasn’t finished.
“There is one more thing.”
Jason looked at him.
“What?”
“The embryo wasn’t supposed to survive.”
“Why?”
“Because your father destroyed the records.”
“Then how did the clinic get it?”
The stranger’s face changed.
“They didn’t.”
He reached inside his coat and pulled out an old photograph.
He handed it to me.
It showed our mother.
She was younger.
Much younger.
Standing beside several people in a laboratory.
And on the back was a date.
Thirty years earlier.
Beneath it were four words.
Project Eden — Subject 12.
I stared at the photograph.
“Subject?”
The stranger nodded.
“Your mother wasn’t merely a donor.”
Jason looked at him.
“Then what was she?”
“She was the first successful subject.”
Emily whispered, “Successful for what?”
The stranger looked toward the baby.
“For creating a genetically identical human embryo from preserved cells.”
Nobody spoke.
I looked down at the newborn.
Her tiny face was peaceful.
She had no idea that adults had spent decades hiding the truth that had brought her into the world.
Then I noticed something.
The mark on her back had changed.
The red color was fading.
The stranger saw it too.
“It’s happening.”
“What?”
“The mark is disappearing.”
He smiled faintly.
“That means the genetic process worked.”
Jason stared at him.
“What process?”
The stranger didn’t answer.
Suddenly, the hospital lights flickered.
Everyone froze.
Then the door handle moved.
Someone was trying to get inside.
Jason grabbed a chair.
His uncle pulled a small key from his pocket.
“We’re leaving.”
The door shook.
Emily held the baby against her chest.
I climbed out of the bed despite the pain.
“I’m coming too.”
Jason looked at me.
“You just gave birth.”
“I carried her for nine months.”
I looked at the baby.
“I’m not abandoning her now.”
Jason’s eyes filled with tears.
“Neither am I.”
We rushed through the hospital’s side corridor.
Behind us, the door finally burst open.
Someone shouted.
But we didn’t stop.
We reached the parking garage.
The stranger led us to an old black car.
“Get in.”
Jason helped Emily inside.
I climbed into the back beside her.
The baby was sleeping peacefully.
For the first time since she had been born, nobody was talking about the mark.
Nobody was talking about the clinic.
Nobody was talking about our parents.
We were simply looking at her.
Then Emily began to cry.
“I don’t care where she came from.”
Jason took her hand.
“Neither do I.”
Emily looked at him.
“She’s our family.”
Jason nodded.
“Yes.”
I looked at my brother.
“And mine.”
He smiled through his tears.
“You know what the strangest part is?”
“What?”
“For years, I thought becoming a father was the one thing I was missing.”
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