PART 4 — THE CHILDREN THEY ERASED FROM MY LIFE
BECAUSE SOPHIE WASN’T YOUR ONLY EMBRYO.
I stared at Theo’s message until the words stopped looking real.
Three embryos.
The storage card in my hand listed three embryos.
One had apparently become Sophie.
That left two.
I looked at the detective.
“What happened to the others?”
Detective Ramirez held out his hand.
“Claire, give me the phone.”
I didn’t move.
“What happened to my other children?”
“We don’t know yet.”
“Theo does.”
“And that’s exactly why you are not going to that clinic alone.”
I looked at Sophie’s photograph again.
She was asleep in the back seat, her cheek pressed against the window.
Six years old.
My daughter.
A child I’d spent six years believing had never existed.
“He’s using her to get me there.”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going.”
Mark stepped between me and the door.
“No.”
“Move.”
“Claire, somebody cut your brake line.”
“And Theo has my daughter.”
“You met her for thirty seconds.”
I looked at my brother.
He immediately regretted saying it.
“She’s my daughter.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
My voice cracked.
“You don’t know what it was like waking up after that second miscarriage and feeling like my body had betrayed me. You don’t know what it was like packing away the baby clothes. You don’t know how many nights I wondered what our children would have looked like.”
Mark’s eyes filled.
“And now I find out one of them has been alive six years.”
I held up the storage card.
“And Theo says there were others.”
Detective Ramirez spoke quietly.
“Going doesn’t mean going alone.”
That made me stop.
He pulled another officer aside.
For the next fifteen minutes, they discussed something I wasn’t allowed to hear.
Then Ramirez returned.
“If Theo believes you’re cooperating voluntarily, we may have a chance to get Sophie out safely.”
“You want me to answer him?”
“Yes.”
“What do I say?”
“Tell him you’re coming.”
My fingers shook as I typed.
I’M COMING. DON’T HURT SOPHIE.
Theo answered almost immediately.
I WOULD NEVER HURT MY DAUGHTER.
My daughter.
Not our daughter.
His.
Even now, he was erasing me.
I typed another message.
WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER EMBRYOS?
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Finally:
BRING THE CARD AND YOU’LL FIND OUT.
Detective Ramirez read it.
“He needs that card badly.”
“Why?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
The original Brighton Reproductive Center sat forty minutes outside the city on an abandoned medical campus.
It had closed after a bankruptcy dispute four years earlier.
Most of the surrounding buildings had already been demolished.
Brighton remained behind a chain-link fence, its faded blue sign hanging crooked over the entrance.
Police vehicles stopped several blocks away.
I wore a small recording device beneath my sweater.
Ramirez gave me instructions twice.
“If anything feels wrong, say, ‘I need some water.’ That’s our signal.”
“What if Sophie is inside?”
“We get her out.”
“What if Theo sees you?”
“We’ll stay out of sight unless we have to move.”
“And Vanessa?”
“We don’t know where she is.”
That bothered me.
Vanessa had disappeared from the apartment shortly after Theo left.
So had our financial adviser.
Police were looking for both.
I stepped out of the unmarked car.
Ramirez caught my arm.
“Claire.”
I turned.
“Do not trade your life for information.”
I nodded.
But we both knew that wasn’t a promise I could make.
The gate to Brighton was already open.
I walked through.
Every step felt like walking backward through my own life.
Seven years earlier, I’d entered that building holding Theo’s hand.
I’d been hopeful then.
Terrified, but hopeful.
I’d believed the people inside were helping us create a family.
Now I knew someone inside those walls had stolen it.
The main doors were unlocked.
“Theo?”
My voice echoed through the lobby.
No answer.
Dust covered the reception desk.
Old chairs remained stacked against one wall.
A faded poster showed a smiling newborn wrapped in a white blanket.
I hated that poster immediately.
“Theo!”
A light switched on at the end of the corridor.
Then I heard him.
“Come downstairs.”
I followed the hallway.
There was an old stairwell beside the laboratory wing.
The door stood open.
I descended.
At the bottom was a storage area I’d never seen during our treatment.
Theo stood beneath a fluorescent light.
He looked exhausted.
For the first time since his remission announcement, he looked like the sick man I’d cared for.
But I felt nothing when I saw him.
Not pity.
Not love.
Only dread.
“Where’s Sophie?”
“Safe.”
“Let me see her.”
“Give me the card.”
“No.”
His jaw tightened.
“Claire.”
“Where is she?”
Theo pulled out his phone.
He showed me a live video feed.
Sophie was sitting in what looked like an office upstairs.
She had a juice box and a blanket.
She wasn’t restrained.
She wasn’t crying.
But she was alone.
“Let her go.”
“When we’re finished.”
I stepped closer.
“Tell me about the embryos.”
Theo stared at me.
“You really want to know?”
“I didn’t come here for anything else.”
A strange sadness crossed his face.
“You were never supposed to find out.”
“You stole my child.”
“I didn’t steal her.”
“You forged my signature.”
“Vanessa handled the paperwork.”
“And you signed it.”
Silence.
“Why?”
Theo looked away.
“After your second miscarriage, you said you couldn’t do it again.”
“I said I couldn’t survive another pregnancy. I didn’t say you could give our embryos to your mistress.”
“She wasn’t my mistress then.”
I almost laughed.
“Is that supposed to make this better?”
“I met Vanessa at Brighton.”
“Through Emily?”
“No.”
“Then how?”
Theo rubbed both hands over his face.
“Vanessa was a patient.”
That surprised me.
“She couldn’t produce viable eggs.”
I felt sick.
“So you decided to give her mine?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“It is exactly like that.”
“Claire, we were falling apart.”
“I was grieving.”
“So was I!”
His shout echoed off the concrete walls.
Then he lowered his voice.
“You stopped talking to me. You stopped sleeping. You wouldn’t walk past the nursery. Every conversation became about what we’d lost.”
“Because we’d lost our babies.”
“And I wanted one of them to live.”
The words hit me hard.
I stared at him.
Theo continued.
“Vanessa wanted to carry a child. We had embryos. You had said you never wanted to try again.”
“So you chose for me?”
“I made a terrible decision.”
“No. A terrible decision is driving after drinking. You created an entire secret family.”
His face hardened.
“You think I don’t know what I’ve done?”
“I don’t think you care.”
“I had cancer, Claire.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“I thought I was dying.”
“And I kept you alive.”
“I know.”
“I gave everything.”
“I KNOW!”
His voice cracked.
For one second, the room went silent.
Then Theo whispered, “That’s why I asked for the divorce.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“I couldn’t keep watching you sacrifice yourself for a man who had destroyed your life.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me the truth?”
“Because Sophie would have been taken from Vanessa.”
“She’s my biological daughter.”
“Vanessa raised her.”
“Because you stole six years from me!”
Theo lowered his eyes.
I remembered the insurance form.
“Why is Vanessa the beneficiary of a two-million-dollar policy on me?”
Theo’s head snapped up.
“What?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“I know about the policy.”
“Of course you do.”
“But Vanessa wasn’t supposed to be the beneficiary.”
That stopped me.
“Who was?”
Theo hesitated.
“Sophie.”
My thoughts scrambled.
“Why insure me?”
“Because of the embryos.”
“Explain.”
Theo looked toward the ceiling as if expecting someone.
Then he whispered, “We don’t have much time.”
“Theo, what happened to the other two embryos?”
His eyes met mine.
“One didn’t survive.”
My chest tightened.
“And the third?”
Theo didn’t answer.
“Theo.”
He swallowed.
“The third was transferred.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“To Vanessa?”
“No.”
“Who?”
“Emily.”
Everything inside me went still.
Rachel’s sister.
The nurse who had discovered the altered records.
“Emily carried my child?”
“She agreed to be a surrogate before she realized the paperwork was fraudulent.”
“Did she give birth?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed the edge of a metal table.
“Boy or girl?”
“A boy.”
My knees weakened.
“Where is he?”
Theo said nothing.
“WHERE IS HE?”
“Claire—”
“Where is my son?”
“His name is Lucas.”
The world seemed to narrow to that one name.
Lucas.
I had a son.
Somewhere.
“How old?”
“Seven.”
“Who has him?”
Theo’s eyes filled with something I had never expected.
Fear.
“That’s complicated.”
“No. It’s not. Tell me where my son is.”
“After Emily discovered what Vanessa had done with Sophie’s transfer, she threatened to expose everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“Vanessa. The clinic administrator. The attorney who created the false documents.”
“And you.”
Theo nodded.
“Yes.”
“What happened the night Emily died?”
“I wasn’t there when the car crashed.”
“But you were on that recording.”
“I confronted her at the clinic earlier.”
“Did you threaten her?”
“No.”
“Did Vanessa?”
Theo looked away.
“Theo.”
“Vanessa was terrified she’d lose Sophie.”
My stomach turned.
“Did Vanessa kill Emily?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I know they argued. I know Emily left angry. And I know Vanessa followed her.”
A sound came through my hidden earpiece.
Ramirez’s voice, barely audible.
Keep him talking.
I swallowed.
“What happened to Lucas after Emily died?”
“The people who arranged the surrogacy moved him.”
“What people?”
“The law firm.”
“Grant, Mercer and Lowe?”
Theo nodded.
“Mercer is Vanessa’s father.”
That explained everything.
The law firm.
The financial adviser.
The forged documents.
The insurance.
This wasn’t only an affair.
It was a system built to hide what had happened.
“Where did they move Lucas?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I spent years trying to find out.”
“While living with me?”
“Yes.”
“While letting me believe our embryos were gone?”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Yes.”
I hated him more for crying.
“You could have told me.”
“I was afraid.”
“Of Vanessa?”
“Of what her family could do.”
I thought about my brake line.
“The insurance claim.”
Theo’s face changed.
“Claire, listen carefully. I didn’t file that.”
“Then who did?”
“I discovered it three days ago.”
“Why was it in your possession?”
“Because I stole it from Vanessa’s father’s office.”
For the first time, his story sounded almost impossible enough to be true.
“I found out they had forged a policy using signatures from our old financial documents.”
“Why?”
“Leverage.”
“Against who?”
“Me.”
Theo stepped closer.
“When my cancer got worse, I told Vanessa I was going to confess everything to you before I died.”
“And?”
“She told her father.”
He glanced toward the stairwell.
“They were afraid you’d investigate Brighton.”
“So they insured me?”
“The policy wasn’t supposed to pay because you died naturally.”
Cold spread through my body.
“Then how was it supposed to pay?”
Theo’s voice dropped.
“After an accident.”
My brake line.
I felt my stomach twist.
“Was that you?”
“No.”
“Swear.”
“Claire, I’ve lied to you about things I will never be able to repair. But I did not touch your car.”
“Then who did?”
Theo stared toward the dark hallway.
“Probably the same person who brought me here tonight.”
My breath stopped.
“What?”
Before I could move, the basement door slammed shut above us.
Theo’s face went white.
He hadn’t expected that.
“Theo?”
He grabbed my arm.
“We need to get Sophie.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t send you that first photograph.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
“You texted me.”
“From my phone. Not by me.”
“Then who—”
The fluorescent lights went out.
Darkness swallowed us.
Somewhere upstairs, Sophie screamed.
“Mom!”
My entire body reacted to that word.
Mom.
She didn’t know me.
She couldn’t have been calling me.
Then Sophie screamed again.
“Mommy!”
Theo ran toward the stairs.
I followed.
The basement door wouldn’t open.
Locked from outside.
Theo slammed his shoulder into it.
Nothing.
“Move!”
Together we hit it.
Once.
Twice.
On the third impact, the old frame cracked.
The door burst open.
We ran upstairs.
“Sophie!”
Smoke was beginning to fill the corridor.
A fire had started near the rear offices.
Theo coughed.
“This way!”
We reached the office where I’d seen Sophie on the video.
Empty.
Only the blanket remained.
On the desk sat Theo’s second phone.
The one he’d claimed he hadn’t used.
Beside it was a printed photograph.
I picked it up.
Two children stood together outside a school.
Sophie.
And a boy.
Dark hair.
Brown eyes.
Theo’s chin.
My mother’s smile.
I knew before anyone told me.
Lucas.
Written on the back was an address.
Then I noticed something else.
A date.
The photograph had been taken yesterday.
Lucas wasn’t missing.
Someone knew exactly where he was.
Theo looked over my shoulder.
“Oh God.”
“What?”
“That’s not where he lives.”
“Then what is the address?”
Theo stared at it.
“It’s Vanessa’s father’s house.”
Footsteps sounded behind us.
Theo turned.
A man stood at the end of the smoky corridor.
Our financial adviser.
Daniel Cross.
He held Sophie’s hand.
She was crying.
“Let her go!” I screamed.
Daniel smiled.
“I wouldn’t come any closer.”
Theo stepped in front of me.
“Daniel, this wasn’t the agreement.”
I looked at Theo.
“Agreement?”
Daniel laughed softly.
“You still haven’t told her?”
Theo said nothing.
My heart sank.
“Told me what?”
“Theo didn’t come here to save Sophie.”
“The hell I didn’t.”
Daniel looked directly at me.
“He came to trade you for Lucas.”
I stared at my husband.
Theo’s face collapsed.
“What is he talking about?”
“Claire—”
“What is he talking about?”
Daniel answered for him.
“Vanessa’s father has Lucas. Theo wanted him back. The price was the original storage card and your silence.”
“My silence?”
Daniel smiled.
“Permanent silence.”
Theo lunged toward him.
Daniel pulled Sophie behind him.
“One more step.”
Theo froze.
I reached beneath my sweater and touched the recorder.
“I need some water.”
The signal.
Nothing happened.
No police.
No Ramirez.
Only static in my earpiece.
Daniel noticed.
His smile widened.
“You can stop waiting.”
He held up a small electronic device.
“Your friends outside lost their signal five minutes ago.”
My blood went cold.
Then the fire alarm began screaming.
Smoke thickened.
Daniel backed toward an emergency exit with Sophie.
“Wait!”
I held up the storage card.
“You want this?”
He stopped.
“Let Sophie come to me.”
“Give me the card.”
“Let her go first.”
“Claire,” Theo whispered.
I ignored him.
Daniel stared at me.
Then he pushed Sophie forward.
“Walk.”
Sophie ran.
I dropped to my knees.
She crashed into my arms.
For the first time in my life, I held my daughter.
She buried her face against me.
And whispered something I wasn’t prepared to hear.
“I know who you are.”
I pulled back.
“What?”
Her tear-filled eyes stared into mine.
“Lucas told me.”
My heart stopped.
“You know Lucas?”
She nodded.
“He said you’re our real mommy.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Where is he?”
Sophie pointed toward the photograph.
“That house.”
Then she whispered, “But Grandpa Mercer said Lucas has to leave tonight because you found out.”
Behind us, glass shattered from the heat.
Daniel shouted, “The card!”
I looked at the tiny piece of paper in my hand.
The proof that my embryos had existed.
The proof someone had forged my consent.
The thing they were willing to kill for.
I tore it in half.
Daniel’s face changed.
Then I tore it again.
And again.
“No!”
He charged toward me.
Theo tackled him.
They crashed into the wall.
“Sophie, run!”
I grabbed her hand.
We raced toward the front entrance as Theo and Daniel fought behind us.
Smoke burned my eyes.
The ceiling groaned.
Then I heard Theo shout my name.
I turned.
Daniel had disappeared through the rear exit.
Theo was on the floor.
Blood ran down the side of his face.
“Go!” he shouted.
“What about you?”
“GO GET LUCAS!”
A section of ceiling crashed between us.
Flames erupted.
I pulled Sophie toward the exit.
We burst through the front doors.
Fresh air hit my face.
Police officers ran toward us.
Ramirez grabbed Sophie and pulled us behind a vehicle.
“Where’s Theo?”
“Inside!”
Firefighters moved past us.
I grabbed Ramirez’s jacket.
“Lucas is at Vanessa Mercer’s father’s house. They’re moving him tonight.”
Ramirez immediately radioed the address.
Sophie wrapped both arms around my waist.
I held her tightly.
Then she looked up.
“Are you really my mommy?”
Every answer felt too small.
I touched her hair.
“I’m Claire.”
Her face fell slightly.
I continued.
“And I think there are a lot of things you and I deserve to learn about each other.”
She nodded.
Then she reached for my hand.
Sirens screamed into the night.
Twenty minutes later, firefighters brought Theo out alive.
He was placed into an ambulance under police supervision.
Daniel was nowhere to be found.
Neither was Vanessa.
At 3:46 a.m., Ramirez received a call.
He listened without speaking.
Then looked at me.
“What?”
“They reached the Mercer house.”
“And Lucas?”
His expression made my heart stop.
“The house is empty.”
I felt the ground disappear beneath me.
“No.”
“But they found something.”
“What?”
“A bedroom upstairs.”
I waited.
“It appears a child was living there.”
“Then where is he?”
“We don’t know.”
Sophie suddenly tugged my sleeve.
I looked down.
“Mom—”
She stopped herself.
“Claire.”
“What is it?”
“Lucas told me something yesterday.”
“What?”
“He said if Grandpa ever made him leave, he knew where he was supposed to go.”
My heart began pounding.
“Where?”
Sophie looked toward Theo’s ambulance.
“To his dad.”
I stared at her.
“Theo?”
She shook her head.
“No.”
My entire body went cold.
“What do you mean, no?”
Sophie frowned as if the answer were obvious.
“Lucas says Uncle Theo isn’t his daddy.”
The noise around me seemed to vanish.
I crouched in front of her.
“Sophie, who does Lucas say his father is?”
She looked frightened.
“I don’t know his name.”
“Did you ever see him?”
“Once.”
“Where?”
“At Grandpa’s house.”
“What did he look like?”
She thought for a moment.
Then she said, “He had a scar on his face.”
I heard Ramirez inhale sharply behind me.
“Which side?”
“The left.”
Ramirez immediately reached for his radio.
I grabbed his arm.
“You know who that is?”
He didn’t answer quickly enough.
“Detective.”
He looked at me.
“We recovered an old photograph from Emily’s accident file tonight.”
My skin prickled.
“There was a witness who disappeared before police could interview him.”
“And?”
“He had a scar running down the left side of his face.”
I stared at him.
“What was his name?”
Ramirez swallowed.
“Daniel Cross.”
The financial adviser.
The man who had just escaped Brighton.
My legs nearly failed me.
Daniel wasn’t simply helping Vanessa hide financial crimes.
Daniel was connected to Emily’s death.
And if Sophie was right…
he might also be the biological father of my son.
But that was impossible.
Unless the embryo transferred to Emily wasn’t the embryo Theo thought it was.
I turned toward the ambulance.
Theo was watching me through the open doors.
I walked toward him.
Ramirez followed.
“Theo.”
He looked exhausted.
“Is Daniel Lucas’s father?”
Theo closed his eyes.
“Theo!”
“I don’t know.”
“You told me Lucas came from our embryo.”
“That’s what I believed.”
“Believed?”
He opened his eyes.
“Emily discovered something else before she died.”
“What?”
“One of the embryo records had been switched.”
My stomach dropped.
“Which one?”
“I never knew.”
“Then Lucas might not be mine?”
Theo shook his head.
“No. Claire, you’re his mother.”
“How can you know?”
“Because I had the DNA test done.”
I froze.
“When?”
“Two years ago.”
“And the father?”
Theo looked past me.
Toward the burning clinic.
Then he said the sentence that made the entire nightmare change shape again.
“It wasn’t me.”
I could barely speak.
“Was it Daniel?”
Theo’s eyes filled with fear.
“No.”
“Then who?”
Before he could answer, Ramirez’s radio exploded with a dispatcher’s voice.
“Possible sighting of missing juvenile. Male, approximately seven years old. Bus terminal on Route 16.”
My heart jumped.
“Lucas.”
Ramirez grabbed the radio.
Then the dispatcher continued.
“Juvenile is accompanied by an adult female matching Vanessa Mercer’s description.”
Sophie squeezed my hand.
But the next words were worse.
“Security reports the pair boarded the 4:10 interstate bus three minutes ago.”
Ramirez asked, “Destination?”
Static.
Then:
“St. Louis.”
Theo suddenly sat upright in the ambulance.
“No.”
I turned.
“What?”
His face had gone completely white.
“Claire, you cannot let Vanessa take Lucas to St. Louis.”
“Why?”
Theo tried to stand, but a paramedic stopped him.
“Theo, why?”
He stared at me.
“Because that’s where Lucas’s biological father lives.”
I stepped closer.
“Who is he?”
Theo looked at Ramirez.
Then at Sophie.
Finally at me.
And when he said the name, I thought I’d misheard him.
“Mark.”
My brother.
The man who had picked me up from the diner.
The man who had helped police search my house.
The man who had stood beside me while we opened the USB drive.
I laughed once because the alternative was screaming.
“That’s impossible.”
Theo shook his head.
“No, Claire.”
“Mark never donated anything.”
“I know.”
“What does that mean?”
Theo’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“The sample wasn’t donated.”
I stared at him.
“Then how did Brighton get my brother’s DNA?”
Theo’s answer made my blood turn to ice.
“That’s the secret Emily died trying to expose.”
My phone rang.
MARK.
I stared at his name.
Ramirez whispered, “Don’t answer.”
But something inside me already knew I had to.
I pressed the button.
“Mark?”
For several seconds, there was only the sound of an engine.
Then my brother spoke.
“Claire, I need you to listen to me and not say anything.”
My heart pounded.
“Where are you?”
“I know what Theo told you.”
I looked at Ramirez.
“How?”
Mark ignored the question.
“I’ve known about Lucas for two years.”
I stopped breathing.
“Mark…”
“I’m sorry.”
“Where are you?”
Another pause.
Then a child’s voice came faintly through the phone.
“Uncle Mark?”
Sophie gasped beside me.
“That’s Lucas!”
I gripped the phone with both hands.
“Mark, is Lucas with you?”
Silence.
Then Mark said, “Yes.”
I looked at Ramirez.
The bus report had been wrong.
Vanessa had been a distraction.
My brother had Lucas.
“Bring him back.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if I bring him back, you’ll finally learn what happened the night you lost your second baby.”
My entire body went numb.
“What are you talking about?”
“Claire…”
His voice broke.
“You didn’t have a miscarriage.”
The world stopped.
I couldn’t speak.
Mark continued.
“Your baby was born alive.”
I covered my mouth.
“No.”
“Theo knows.”
I turned toward the ambulance.
Theo wouldn’t look at me.
“The clinic knows.”
Mark’s voice shook.
“Vanessa knows.”
Tears blurred my vision.
“Where is my baby?”
There was a long silence.
Then Mark whispered:
“That’s why I’m taking Lucas to St. Louis.”
“Why?”
“Because your baby didn’t die seven years ago.”
I could hear myself breathing.
“Mark…”
“Your child is alive, Claire.”
I closed my eyes.
Then came the words that shattered everything I thought I knew about my family.
“And Lucas isn’t the child they stole from you.”
The call disconnected………………..
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