Chapter 66: Hidden AgendasThe room temperature seems to drop ten degrees with James's pronouncement. Marcus steps forward, positioning himself between his brother and my hospital bed."This isn't the time or place, James," he says, his voice low and dangerous.Detective Powell intervenes smoothly.
Chapter 65: AftershocksKatherine clings to me, her small body trembling with emotion. I breathe in her familiar scent—vanilla shampoo and that indescribable essence that is uniquely hers. For eight days, she must have wondered if her mother would ever wake up. The thought makes me hold her tighter.
Chapter 64: AwakeningThe steady beeping of medical equipment pulls me from darkness. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, but I force them open, blinking against harsh fluorescent light. A hospital room materializes around me—sterile white walls, monitoring equipment, the sharp smell of antiseptic."S
Chapter 63: Beyond the VeilThe dimensional rift swallows us whole—William and me—tearing us away from the laboratory, from Marcus screaming my name, from Truth's desperate attempt to stabilize reality. We fall through cascading layers of existence, neither here nor there, our bodies dissolving into
Chapter 62: Betrayal's ShadowI stare at the pregnancy test, my third one today, still showing that unmistakable double line. My hands shake as I place it on the bathroom counter next to the others. Twelve weeks. The doctor confirmed it yesterday. Twelve weeks pregnant with Marcus's child while his
The nodule at my throat pulses hot against my skin. Of course. I'm whole now—mother and daughter, connected across dimensional barriers. I place my hand over the embedded convergence technology, closing my eyes to focus on that connection."Truth," I call, not with my voice but with my consciousness
Chapter 60: The Whole TruthReintegration feels like drowning and burning alive simultaneously. Seven consciousnesses crash together like tidal waves, memories flooding through me in a chaotic torrent. I am a police chief interrogating a suspect. I am a soldier crawling through mud under enemy fire.
Chapter 59: Convergence PointDimensional travel doesn't get easier the second time. If anything, it's worse—like being forced through the eye of a needle while fully conscious. My atoms scream as they're compressed, stretched, and reassembled. Marcus's grip on my arm is the only constant, an anchor
Chapter 58: Fractured ReflectionsDimensional travel feels like being torn apart and reassembled by a careless child. My atoms scatter, stretch across impossible distances, then snap back together in new configurations. I scream, but there's no sound in the void between realities—only endless pressu