“Elena, listen to me very carefully,” Amelia’s voice came through the receiver, tight and breathless.

“I just finished analyzing the blood panels we took from the girls at the clinic this morning.”

“There is something wrong with the genetic sequence in their medical history.”

“The records Vanessa submitted to the pediatric hospital don’t match the children’s actual blood work.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my grip tightening on the phone.

“The children’s DNA records in the family archive are completely fabricated,” Amelia said.

“And that’s not the worst of it.”

“I just got a security alert from the hospital’s database.”

“Someone is trying to delete the original clinic files right now.”

At that exact moment, the lights in the library flickered once, twice, and then went completely dark.

The only illumination in the room was the harsh blue glow of Benjamin’s laptop screen.

On the screen, a progress bar appeared over the opened directory.

A red warning text flashed: *File Deletion in Progress. System Override Initiated.*

Marcus immediately reached for his flashlight, the bright beam cutting through the darkness of the room.