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The memory rushed back before I could stop it.Only this time, I wasn’t watching it play out on a screen. I was inside it.I felt the icy floor beneath my shoes. I heard the ragged rhythm of my own breath. Panic crawled through my chest like a living thing as I sprinted down a shadowed hallway.Ethan was beside me and he was bleeding. Blood tracked down from his temple, soaking the sleeve of his shirt, but he kept scanning over his shoulder as if the darkness itself were closing in on us.“Carter, keep running!” His voice frayed with terror.I turned toward him in the blur of movement. “Where are we going?”He gripped my arm, his knuckles stark white. “Somewhere they can’t find you.”Then a second voice sliced through the corridor behind us. “You promised Carter would never remember.”My body went rigid. I knew that voice. I knew it in my bones, but I couldn’t attach a name to it.The illusion shattered.I snapped back to reality with a gasp, my hands slamming onto the edge of the tab

For several seconds, nobody spoke after Elias gave the name.Dr. Adrian Vale.I had never heard it before, but the reaction around me told me it mattered. Marcus pushed his chair backward so abruptly that it struck the wall. Coach Daniels went pale, while Jace looked between them, searching their faces for an explanation nobody seemed willing to provide.I turned toward Elias. Who is Adrian Vale?Elias swallowed. He was the director of the university’s original medical research program. Before your father took over the research, Vale supervised the department responsible for its early development.And he’s dead?According to the official records, yes.When?Marcus answered this time, his voice unusually sharp. Four years ago. His death was recorded after a vehicle accident outside the city. The university held a memorial, his position was permanently closed, and his name disappeared from the department’s active records.I stared at him. Then why did Elias just tell us his name?Nobody

For several seconds, nobody moved.I stared at the empty doorway, waiting for Coach Daniels to return and explain why he had disappeared the moment my father’s message ended. He had been standing beside us only seconds earlier. Now the corridor beyond the door was empty, and the sound of the lock settling into place seemed louder than it should have been.Where is he? I demanded.Marcus rushed to the door and pulled the handle. It refused to move. He tried again, harder this time, before turning to inspect the keypad. Elias hurried toward the monitors, checking the cables and the control panel beneath the desk, while Jace moved close enough that our shoulders touched.I barely noticed any of them. My attention was fixed on the screen where my father’s face had appeared. He had spoken as though he expected me to find the clinic, as though he had prepared for this exact moment. Yet he had left me with more questions than answers, and the man who might have known something about his disa

For several seconds, I could only stare at Jace.You told me that if I ever forgot everything, I had to make sure you never found out who your father really was.The words kept repeating in my head, each time cutting deeper than before. I had spent months searching for my father, collecting photographs, chasing recordings, and following every clue that suggested he might still be alive. Now Jace was telling me that, on the night my memories disappeared, I had begged him to keep me from discovering the truth about the very man I had been desperate to find.What did you mean by that? I asked.Jace dragged a hand through his hair. I don’t know, Carter. You were injured, and you could barely stand. You kept looking over your shoulder as if someone was coming for you. When I asked what had happened, you told me that your father wasn’t the man I thought he was.I stepped away from him. And you waited seven months to tell me?I didn’t remember the words until now. Seeing that video brought i

Jace was never supposed to survive that night.I read the message again, hoping the words would somehow change. They didn’t. Whoever had sent it knew about the agreement, the underground room, and the procedure that had taken my memories. More frighteningly, they knew Jace had been there too, and they were suggesting his survival had never been part of the plan.I looked at him. Did you know someone wanted you dead?Jace shook his head, but his expression had changed. He looked as though he were searching through a locked room inside his mind, trying to find something that had been hidden there for years. I didn’t know, Carter. I swear I didn’t know.Marcus took my phone and examined the message. We can’t assume it’s true. Whoever is sending these messages has been manipulating us from the beginning. They could be telling us the truth, or they could be trying to make us turn against each other.Then why mention the agreement? I demanded. Why show us that Jace was there when my memorie