Chapter 13 - The Woman Behind the Name
“I’m not Evelyn. Your mother is.”
I stared at the woman in the corridor.
My father had gone completely still.
Julian lowered his weapon.
Emma looked between us.
Amelia whispered, “Then who are you?”
The woman smiled sadly.
“My name is Rebecca.”
I couldn't look away from her.
“Rebecca…”
She nodded.
“I was your mother’s sister.”
My father stepped forward.
“Don't.”
Rebecca turned toward him.
“You've lied long enough.”
His expression hardened.
“You don't know what you're talking about.”
“I know exactly what happened.”
She looked at me.
“I was there the night you were born.”
My heart pounded.
“Then you know the truth.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
Rebecca glanced at my father.
“He isn't your father.”
Silence.
I looked at the man who had spent my childhood appearing in my memories.
“No.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“Your biological father died before you were born.”
My father laughed coldly.
“You expect her to believe you?”
“She doesn't have to believe me.”
Rebecca reached into her coat.
“She can read this.”
She pulled out a small envelope.
My name was written across it.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Evelyn.
I stepped forward.
“Where did you get that?”
“She gave it to me.”
“When?”
“Six years ago.”
My hands trembled as I took it.
“Why didn't you give it to me then?”
“Because she made me promise to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you to find both daughters.”
I looked at Emma.
Then Amelia.
Rebecca continued.
“She knew the moment you found them, the people who had been hiding the truth would come after you.”
My father raised his gun.
“Enough.”
Julian stepped in front of me.
“Put it down.”
My father stared at him.
“You've forgotten who you're speaking to.”
“No.”
Julian's voice was calm.
“I finally remembered.”
My father fired.
The gunshot exploded through the corridor.
I screamed.
Julian stumbled backward.
Emma grabbed me.
Amelia pulled Rebecca behind the archive door.
For one terrifying second, I thought Julian had been hit.
Then I saw blood on his shoulder.
“Julian!”
“I'm fine.”
“You're bleeding.”
“It's not deep.”
My father raised the gun again.
Emma stepped forward.
“You're not touching her.”
He looked at Emma.
“You don't understand what you are.”
“I understand enough.”
“You are the key.”
“No.”
She touched the silver pendant.
“I am your granddaughter.”
His face hardened.
“And you belong to me.”
Emma's eyes filled with anger.
“I belong to my mother.”
Something changed in my father's expression.
He looked at me.
“You see?”
He smiled.
“This is exactly why Evelyn failed.”
“What?”
“She taught you both to choose emotion over survival.”
Rebecca stepped from behind the door.
“No.”
She held a small device in her hand.
“You taught them fear.”
My father stared at it.
“What is that?”
“The original archive.”
His face changed.
“You don't have it.”
“I copied everything.”
She pressed a button.
Every monitor in the corridor turned on.
Documents appeared.
Names.
Payments.
Medical records.
Hospital transfers.
Photographs.
Hundreds of them.
My father's entire operation.
I stared at the screens.
“This is everything.”
Rebecca nodded.
“Every child.”
“Every payment.”
“Every doctor.”
“Every transfer.”
Julian looked at the monitors.
“If this goes public…”
“Your father's empire ends.”
My father laughed.
“You think a few files can destroy me?”
Rebecca looked at him.
“They already have.”
A red light began blinking above the corridor.
Rebecca frowned.
“What is that?”
My father smiled.
“The purge system.”
Julian's face changed.
“What purge system?”
My father looked toward the archive.
“When the system detects unauthorized access, it destroys every record.”
Rebecca rushed toward the control panel.
“No.”
She began typing.
My father turned toward the staircase.
“It's already started.”
I heard a deep mechanical sound beneath us.
Doors began locking.
One after another.
The children.
My heart stopped.
“They're trapped.”
Julian ran toward the lower corridor.
“Where are the rooms?”
Rebecca pointed.
“Seven through seventeen.”
We split up.
Emma ran with Julian.
Amelia followed.
I stayed with Rebecca.
The first room opened.
A little boy was sitting on the floor.
He looked terrified.
I knelt.
“It's okay.”
He stared at me.
“Are you my mother?”
The question broke my heart.
“No.”
I swallowed.
“But I'm going to get you out.”
He nodded.
Rebecca opened the next door.
Another child.
Then another.
Children who had spent years behind locked doors.
Children whose names had been replaced with numbers.
Children who had never known the outside world.
We opened every room we could.
Julian carried two children at once.
Emma helped a teenage girl.
Amelia stayed beside a little boy who refused to move.
“We're going home,” she whispered.
The boy stared at her.
“I don't have a home.”
Amelia took his hand.
“You do now.”
I looked at her.
My daughter.
She had inherited so much pain.
And still she knew how to comfort another child.
Rebecca shouted from the corridor.
“Clarissa!”
I turned.
“Come here!”
She was standing beside a large metal cabinet.
“There's something you need to see.”
I walked toward her.
Inside the cabinet was a stack of old videotapes.
One was labeled:
CLARISSA — ORIGINAL RECORDING.
My blood ran cold.
“What is this?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“I don't know.”
I picked it up.
“Can we play it?”
“There.”
She pointed to an old monitor.
I inserted the tape.
The screen flickered.
Static.
Then an image appeared.
A hospital room.
Twenty years earlier.
I was lying unconscious.
Evelyn stood beside me.
But this time, another woman was there.
Rebecca.
She looked younger.
She was holding a newborn baby.
I watched myself sleeping.
Then Evelyn spoke.
“If we separate them, we can save at least one.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“We can save both.”
“We don't have time.”
“We can hide both.”
“Not from him.”
Rebecca looked toward the camera.
“Then we need to make him believe one is dead.”
I covered my mouth.
The recording continued.
Evelyn looked down at the baby in Rebecca's arms.
“Which one?”
Rebecca whispered:
“The firstborn.”
My heart stopped.
The tape changed.
A nurse carried another baby into the room.
Two newborn girls.
One was placed in Evelyn's arms.
The other in Rebecca's.
Evelyn looked toward the camera.
Then she said something that made me freeze.
“Clarissa cannot know.”
Rebecca asked:
“When?”
“When she's old enough.”
“Why?”
Evelyn looked toward my sleeping body.
“Because she is part of the experiment too.”
The screen went black.
I couldn't breathe.
Julian stared at me.
“What does that mean?”
Rebecca looked away.
I turned toward her.
“You knew.”
She didn't answer.
“You knew what they did to me.”
“Yes.”
“What did they do?”
Rebecca's eyes filled with tears.
“They used you to create the twins.”
My stomach twisted.
“I don't understand.”
“Your pregnancy wasn't natural.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“They manipulated your treatment before you even knew you were pregnant.”
“Why?”
“To produce the genetic marker.”
I looked at my daughters.
“They made me pregnant with them.”
Rebecca nodded.
“They needed your body.”
My hands trembled.
“Then my daughters…”
“Were created to carry the research.”
I felt sick.
“No.”
Emma walked toward me.
“Mom.”
I looked at her.
“I don't care why I was born.”
She took my hand.
“I only care that you are my mother.”
I started crying.
Amelia joined us.
For the first time, both my daughters stood beside me.
Together.
Rebecca watched us.
Then she whispered:
“That is what Evelyn wanted.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“She knew the only way to destroy the program was to bring the twins together.”
“Why?”
“Because the evidence isn't in the vault.”
I frowned.
“Then where is it?”
Rebecca pointed toward Emma and Amelia.
“It's inside them.”
Silence.
“What do you mean?”
“The information Evelyn hid was encoded into their genetic records.”
Julian stared.
“She used their DNA as a key.”
Rebecca nodded.
“Exactly.”
My father suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.
He was holding another gun.
His face was furious.
“You've told her too much.”
Julian raised his weapon.
“Drop it.”
My father ignored him.
He looked directly at Emma.
“You don't know what your mother did to you.”
Emma stepped forward.
“I know enough.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“You were never supposed to survive.”
I moved between them.
“You're not touching her.”
He smiled.
“You still don't understand.”
“What?”
“Your mother didn't save your daughters from me.”
He pointed toward the archive.
“She saved them from herself.”
I froze.
Rebecca whispered, “Don't listen.”
My father continued.
“Evelyn was the one who started the experiment.”
I looked at Rebecca.
She didn't deny it.
My father smiled.
“She created R-17.”
I felt the floor disappear beneath me.
“Evelyn?”
“She was the scientist.”
“No.”
“She created the marker.”
“No.”
“She used your pregnancy.”
I shook my head.
“You're lying.”
Rebecca finally spoke.
“She did.”
I turned toward her.
“Why?”
Rebecca's eyes filled with tears.
“Because she believed she could cure the disease that killed her first child.”
My heart stopped.
“First child?”
Rebecca nodded.
“You weren't her first daughter.”
I couldn't speak.
Rebecca looked at me.
“Before you, Evelyn had another baby.”
The corridor fell silent.
My father smiled.
“And that child didn't die.”
I stared at him.
“Where is she?”
He lowered his gun.
Then he looked at the oldest screen.
A photograph appeared.
A young woman.
Long dark hair.
The same eyes as mine.
The same scar as Emma.
But older.
Much older.
Rebecca whispered:
“That's the reason Evelyn disappeared twenty years ago.”
I stared at the photograph.
“Who is she?”
My father looked directly at me.
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And then the screen displayed one name beneath the woman's face—
CLARISSA'S OLDER SISTER.
