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CHAPTER 70

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Geneva Medical Institute – 10:03 AM

The silence in the room was suffocating. The antiseptic smell of the hospital hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee someone had abandoned on the doctor's desk. Rain pattered against the windows, blurring the view of Lake Geneva into a watercolor of grays and blues. Griffin's small frame trembled beneath the oversized hospital gown, but his gaze never wavered. Those eyes—Michael's eyes—fixed on mine with a resolve no fourteen-year-old should possess.

"Griffin," I began, my voice barely steady despite the hours I'd spent rehearsing this conversation in my head. "This isn't just about you. It's about making sure you have a future—"

"No, Mom." His voice was quiet but firm, carrying the weight of someone who had thought through every angle, every consequence. So much like me it made my chest ache. "It's about me not being his experiment anymore."

The words hung in the air, a truth we'd all been dancing around since discovering Michae
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