“That’s not my son.”The memory tore through Elena’s mind with such force that she staggered.A nurse stood beneath harsh hospital lights.Two newborn babies lay in separate bassinets.One was crying.The other was strangely quiet.Elena was weak, barely conscious, but she remembered the panic in her own voice.“That’s not my son!”Then a man had stepped between her and the bassinets.Her grandfather.“Calm down, Elena.”“That isn't him!”The memory fractured.A needle.A sharp sting.Darkness.Elena gasped and returned to the present.Damien caught her before she fell.“What did you remember?”She looked at him, terrified.“I saw them.”“Who?”“The babies.”Her eyes moved between Caleb and Alexander.“There were two babies.”Damien frowned.“The twins.”“No.”Elena shook her head.“Not Daniel and Caleb.”Her grandfather watched her carefully.“There were three.”Silence fell.Elena stared at him.“You knew.”“Yes.”“You knew I remembered.”“I knew you eventually would.”Damien steppe
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