under his control
I said softly, “to honor someone, you have to let their mistakes burn.”
He turned his head toward me, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “And what about you? What do you want to do with all this?”
I looked down at the tablet in my lap. “Find out what’s still hidden.”
There was one last entry, dated only a week before his father’s death. I opened it carefully.
Final Note: The cure exists. I designed it to reverse the genetic code to wipe out the mutations permanently. But it requires something pure. A donor without corruption. Her blood.