She turned her head, eyes glassy, the pale mask of medication making her features blur.
“Years ago, before the marriage, I signed the papers.”
“The guardianship? The birth certificate?” I asked, heart pounding.
She nodded, a flicker of resolve breaking through the haze.
“There’s an inheritance tied to a rare genetic treatment—something only you could access.”
“And Caleb?” My throat tightened.
Grace’s gaze drifted to the doorway where Caleb stood, his silhouette a dark question mark.
“He knew everything.” She whispered, “He helped keep it hidden.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine as the truth settled like ash.
Heart Monitor’s Silent Cry
Below, a clause listed a clandestine biotech firm—Harper Genetics—registered under Grace’s name, its purpose shrouded as “development of a cure for D.o.w.n syndrome.”
