LOGINEvelyn’s POV
The moment I stepped inside Hartwell Technologies, my chest tightened slightly.Bright white lights reflected against the polished marble floor while employees moved quickly through the massive lobby carrying tablets and research files. Conversations echoed softly around me, mixing with the sound of elevators opening and closing nonstop.Everything felt unfamiliar.At the same time, painfully familiar.Three years.It had been three years since I last stepSebastian's POV Evelyn opened her eyes. She looked at me, devastated."My father took me away and he erased her. He erased Eve. He made me forget my sister.""It wasn't your father," Eleanor said quietly. "It was Miranda. It was all Miranda's protocol. Thomas wanted to just leave and never look back. But Miranda said if you remembered Eve, you would remember everything else. The experiments, the other children who died, the things we did to keep you two alive. She said the trauma would kill you. Your heart was too weak. So she designed a new set of memories. A car crash. A dead mother. A normal childhood after you left. She was a genius at memory mapping.""Where did she go?" I asked. "Miranda?"Eleanor laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "No one knows. After the facility was sealed, Miranda disappeared. Thomas searched for her for years. He thought she died. I thought she died."She looked at the glass room."But someone has b
Sebastian's POV Evelyn was shaking so hard I thought she was going to have a seizure.She wasn't crying. That was the worst part. Her eyes were open, fixed on the glass room, but she wasn't seeing it anymore. She was seeing something else. Something behind her own eyes."Evelyn, look at me," I said, kneeling in front of her, holding both of her cold hands. "You are here. You are with me. This is 2026. You are safe.""Miranda Reid," she whispered again, like she was testing if the name would burn her tongue. "Why do I know that name? Why does it feel like home?"Eleanor slid down the wall, her face in her hands. She looked twenty years older than she had this morning."We shouldn't have come here," she sobbed. "I told Thomas we should burn this place to the ground. But Miranda Miranda insisted we keep it. She said we might need to come back.""Who the hell is Miranda Reid?" I snapped. I was done being gentle with Eleanor. "Y
Evelyn's POV "Eleanor," I said, my voice hoarse. "Who is she? The woman behind the glass. It's not you."Eleanor froze. She turned slowly."What did you say?""In my memory. There's a woman behind the glass. She has long black hair. Green eyes. Like mine. She called herself my mommy. But she's not my mom. Who is she?"Eleanor's face went completely white. She looked like she was going to faint."It can't be," she whispered. "She left. She left before you turned five. She was never supposed to.""Who?" Sebastian demanded, holding me tighter. "Who is she, Eleanor?"Eleanor didn't answer. She walked to a control panel on the wall outside the glass cube. It was dusty, but the power light was ON. Green. Someone had turned it on.She pressed a button. With a loud, hydraulic hiss, a hidden compartment in the concrete wall opened. Inside, a single VHS tape, labeled in handwriting that was not Eleanor's. Elegant, l
Evelyn's POV I shouldn't have been here.That was the first thought I had when the floor creaked under me and a cold draft hit my ankles from somewhere below. Sebastian and Eleanor had told me to wait in the archive room. Sebastian had said, "Don't move," with that overprotective voice he uses when he's scared.But I couldn't.Since we entered this building, my head has been splitting. Not a headache. A pressure. Like something was pushing from the inside of my skull, trying to get out. Then I heard it. A hum.Low, almost inaudible. Like an old refrigerator. Or like the white-noise machine my father used to put in my room when I couldn't sleep as a kid.It was coming from below us. From under the floor.I left the archive room without thinking. My feet knew where to go. The hallway that Sebastian and Eleanor had ignored the one that went down, not up. A narrow stairwell hidden behind a supply closet, the sign ab
Sebastian's POV A younger Eleanor, hair black, no wrinkles, in a lab coat. And a man I recognized from Evelyn's old family photos was her father, Dr. Thomas Reid. He was younger too, but his face was red with anger. "You can't be serious, Eleanor! Look at her! Look at what the last injection did to her! She had a seizure for six minutes!" Thomas slammed a file on the table. "Evelyn is not a trial, she's my daughter!" Young Eleanor on screen was calm, cold. A version of Eleanor I had never seen. "Thomas, you knew the risks when you enrolled her. No other treatment was working. Project Eve is the only thing keeping her alive. You can't pull out now because you're getting emotional." "Emotional? You call this science? You have twelve other children in this building showing the same neurological damage! This project is a failure! We have to stop! We have to shut it down and get these kids to a real hospital!" "
Sebastian's POV The road to the hospital didn't exist on any map.Eleanor was the one driving. She didn't use GPS. She used memory. Every turn was sharp, deliberate, as if she had driven this route a hundred times and then spent ten years trying to forget it."Turn off your phone," she said, without looking at me.I did.We had been driving for almost two hours outside the city. The asphalt ended, replaced by gravel, then dirt. The trees grew denser until they formed a tunnel over us. The rain had started an hour ago, light at first, now hammering on the roof of Eleanor's old Land Rover."This place was decommissioned in 2007," she said finally. Her voice was tight. "Officially, it was a private psychiatric sanatorium that went bankrupt. A fire in the west wing. Insurance fraud. That was the cover story we used.""We?"She didn't answer. She just gripped the wheel harder.After another ten minutes, the
Evelyn's POV I stared at Sebastian for a moment without moving. The rain was coming down hard on the empty road at night. The black Rolls-Royce parked beside me looked weird. Sebastian Sinclair sat inside calm as always. His black suit looked perfect. He was sitting up straight. His sharp eyes w
Evelyn’s POVThe room went quiet after Sebastian said something. I saw the Sinclair family looking uncomfortable. Some guests were whispering to each other.Sebastian was still standing there with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His face was calm. His eyes seemed really sharp.Damien’s aunt let out
Evelyn’s POVMy hands trembled violently as I stared at the photo on my phone screen. It was that necklace. The crescent moon diamond necklace Damien gave me on our second wedding anniversary.I still remembered the way he fastened it around my neck himself while telling me I was the only woman who
Evelyn’s POV I do not remember how I got home that night. The only things I remembered were the rain, Damien’s voice calling my name from behind, and the numbness spreading through my chest during the entire drive. The moment I arrived at the Sinclair mansion, I locked myself inside my room. A r







