LOGINCarter? My name sounded different in Ethan’s voice. It was weaker than I remembered, almost uncertain, but it carried the same warmth that had followed me through the few childhood memories I had managed to recover. I stood frozen in the middle of the archive, afraid that if I turned around, I would discover another recording, another trick designed to make me question my own mind. Jace’s hand tightened around mine. Neither of us spoke. Behind us, the footsteps stopped, and I heard someone take a shaky breath. Then I turned. Ethan stood near the entrance, one hand pressed against the wall for support. His face was thinner than in the photographs, and a pale scar ran from his temple toward his cheek. His dark jacket hung loosely on his shoulders, and there was a bandage wrapped around his left wrist. He looked exhausted, as if he had spent months running from something that refused to let him rest. But he was alive. I stared at him, unable to make my mind accept what my eyes wer
Don’t open the door, Carter. My father’s warning echoed through the archive, but my feet were already moving. After seven months of unanswered questions, after every lie, every threat, and every broken memory, I had finally found him. He was standing on the other side of the glass, looking at me as if he had spent every day since our separation expecting this moment. I pressed my palm against the door. "Dad?" His eyes closed briefly. When he opened them, I saw something that hurt more than his absence ever could. He looked afraid of me. "Please," he whispered. "Step away from the door." "Why?" I demanded. "Why are you telling me not to open it when you’ve been missing for seven months? Where have you been? What happened to Mom? And what does that file mean?" His jaw tightened at the mention of my mother. I watched him struggle with his answer, and for the first time, I wondered whether the man behind the glass was truly the father I remembered or another piece of the nightmare s
You’re late, Carter. Your father has been waiting for you.The voice came from somewhere beyond the monitor, deep and familiar enough to make my heart stumble. I stood frozen in the darkness, staring at the silhouette on the screen. The man sat with his back to us, his shoulders slightly bent, his hands resting on a table I couldn’t see clearly.My father.The thought struck me so hard that I almost forgot how to breathe. I had spent seven months wondering whether he was alive, whether he had abandoned me, whether he had known what would happen to my mother. Now, with his image only a few feet away, I couldn’t bring myself to take another step.Dad? The word escaped my lips before I could stop it.The man on the screen didn’t move.Jace caught my arm. Carter, wait.I pulled against his grip, but he held on. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, and there was something in his expression that frightened me more than the darkness surrounding us.That might not be him, he whispered.I wante
The words on the screen seemed to burn into my eyes.IDENTITY CONFIRMED. PREPARE FOR MEMORY RESTORATION.I backed away from the laptop. Nobody had entered a password on the keyboard, yet the system had recognized me. Ethan’s voice still echoed in my head, insisting that I was the original subject, while my father’s warnings and Vale’s threats collided inside my mind.What does memory restoration mean? I asked.Elias moved toward the laptop but stopped before touching it. If this system is connected to your father’s research, it may contain a record of the procedure performed on you. The message could mean it’s ready to retrieve those records, or it could be an instruction to begin another procedure.Another procedure? I shook my head. No. I’m not letting anyone do anything to me again.Nobody is asking you to, Jace said immediately. We won’t touch anything until we understand what it does.I looked at him, grateful that he hadn’t tried to convince me to take a risk for the sake of ans
You’re the only person who can unlock the original research file.Vale’s words followed me long after the call ended. I kept staring at my phone, waiting for him to call again, to explain what he meant, or to admit that he had been lying. But the screen remained dark, leaving me alone with a question that made everything I had learned feel meaningless.What could possibly be inside me that my father couldn’t hide anywhere else?Jace sat beside me in Marcus’s car, his fingers wrapped around mine. He hadn’t spoken since Vale’s call, and I could tell he was trying to understand it too. The person who had once been my childhood friend had become my roommate, my rival, and the one person I trusted enough to stand beside me when my memories returned. Now I was afraid that even our relationship had been built around a secret neither of us understood.Marcus started the engine. We need to get somewhere secure before we decide what to do next.Where? I asked. Every place we’ve gone has been co
I pulled my hand away from Jace’s.You were supposed to forget me?He looked as if he regretted saying the words, but he didn’t try to take them back. For several seconds, he stared at the floor, struggling to find an explanation that would make sense of something neither of us fully remembered.I was told that if the procedure succeeded, I would forget what happened that night, he finally said. I thought they meant I would forget the room, the people involved, and whatever I had seen. I didn’t understand that they meant you.My throat went dry. Who told you that?I don’t remember his face. I remember a voice, a white coat, and someone standing beside the medical bed. They said your memories had to be suppressed because you had seen something dangerous. They said mine would have to be altered too, so I wouldn’t be able to lead anyone back to you.I stared at him in disbelief. So they planned to erase both of us?Jace nodded slowly. But something went wrong. I remember fighting them. I





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