LOGINEli watched the video again. Then a third time. Each replay made the impossible feel more real. The woman in the hospital gown was unmistakably Helen Cross Adrian's mother, the woman everyone at Blackthorn believed had died twenty-one years ago. She was alive in the footage. Standing in a sterile hospital corridor, she watched a bassinet being wheeled toward an exit, her silent expression a desperate plea for someone to find her son. "How can she be alive?" Eli whispered. Adrian didn't answer. He sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at the frozen image on Eli's phone. His hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned stark white. "My mother died when I was a child," he finally said, his voice flat. "I remember her funeral. I remember the coffin. I remember Richard standing beside Daniel and me, telling us she was gone." "Did you see her body?" Adrian's head snapped up. "What?" "At the funeral. Did you see her body?" "No. Richard said the casket had to remain clos
On the other end of the line, Miriam broke into quiet, uncontrollable sobs. The sound stunned Eli into silence. In his entire life, he had only heard his mother cry twice: once at his father’s funeral, when he was too small to understand the heavy black clothes, and once years later when he found an old, locked photograph tucked inside her vanity drawer. Hearing her now made his blood run cold. "I didn't know they took you," she wept softly. Eli’s heart hammered against his ribs. "Taken me from where?" "The delivery room." "Who took me?" "I don't know!" "Mom!" "I swear on my life, Eli, I don't know!" her voice cracked with desperate agony. "They told me my baby was stillborn. They showed me a death certificate. They showed me a white blanket... and I believed them because I was hemorrhaging and barely conscious! When I woke up, the doctors said there were severe complications and that you didn't survive!" Eli felt the world go numb around him. "Then how am I here
Eli read the hospital record again, hoping the text would rewrite itself if he stared hard enough. It didn’t. ELI PARKER — TRANSFERRED. DANIEL CROSS — DECEASED AT BIRTH. The room tilted on its axis. His fingertips trembled against the glass screen of his phone, and he dropped into the nearest chair before his knees buckled. Across the table, Adrian stood motionless. The color had drained from his face, leaving his sharp features hollow and unnervingly blank. "Tell me this is fake," Eli whispered. Adrian didn't answer. "Adrian tell me someone fabricated this!" "I don't know." The stark honesty hurt worse than a lie would have. Eli set the phone down with a sharp clatter. "Your mother gave birth to two children. One was declared dead, and the other was transferred under my name. Meanwhile, you have a brother named Daniel who vanished three weeks ago. How does any of this make sense?" "It doesn't." "Then explain!” "I can't explain something I don't understand myself!" Adri
Eli stared down at the screen, the dial tone buzzing in his ear. He wanted to call her back, but another knock rattled the door frame, more urgent this time. "Eli, please. I know you're inside." He approached the door cautiously and peered through the wide angle peephole. Adrian stood alone in the dimly lit hallway. His hair was disheveled, dark circles bruised beneath his eyes, and he looked as though he hadn't slept in days. In his right hand, he held a folded piece of yellowed paper. Eli unlocked the heavy deadbolt but left the security chain fastened, pulling the door open a few inches. "What do you want?" Adrian looked profoundly relieved just to see his face. "I found something." "What?" "Something Daniel left behind." Eli's heart began to hammer against his ribs. "What does it have to do with me?" Adrian glanced down at the security chain, acknowledging the barrier without complaint. "Can I come inside?" "No." Adrian nodded, accepting the refusal. "All r
Eli read the message until the words blurred together into an accusing smear of light against the dark screen.Now ask Adrian why his father has been protecting you.His mother had made him swear a solemn, terrified promise never to tell anyone at Blackthorn University who his father really was. He had kept that oath for years, blindly obeying an edict he had never understood. Whenever he pushed for answers about his father, his mother expertly deflected or changed the subject. Whenever he asked why she had raised him entirely alone, she reminded him with a heavy sigh that some ghosts were better left undisturbed in the past.For a long time, he had assumed she was simply protecting herself from painful memories of a failed relationship.Now, standing out in the cold courtyard, he wasn't so sure.Across the quad, Adrian stood beside the old skating rink, watching him with an intense, unreadable expression. Mason was speaking to him, gesturing animatedly, but Adrian seemed entirely dea
“Don't let him in.”The whisper seemed to crawl through Eli's skin.He spun toward the shadowed corner of the old rink, searching the dimness. Nothing moved except a loose strip of plastic hanging from a broken shelf. Beside him, the black phone continued to glow inside the open equipment crate, displaying a message that tore away his remaining assumptions:UNKNOWN: ONE OF THEM IS LYING ABOUT DANIEL. THE OTHER ONE HELPED MAKE HIM DISAPPEAR.Outside the locked metal door, Coach Daniels knocked again three deliberate thuds. “Eli? Mason? I know you're in there.”Mason backed away from the crate, his hands trembling. “This is insane.”Eli's mind raced through every fragment of the last three weeks: the anonymous texts, the stolen photo, Adrian's shifting answers, and now the head hockey coach at the center of it all.Eli locked eyes with Mason. “Did you know about this?”“No!”“Did you know Coach Daniels was involved in Daniel's disappearance?”“I swear I didn't!”“Boys, open up,” Coach D







