clinic offered her a new procedure,” Elena said.
“She thought it was legitimate.
She thought they were screening embryos to prevent disease.”
My stomach tightened.
“But they were doing something else.”
“What?”
“Editing markers.”
“Gene editing?”
“Early stage.
Unapproved.
Hidden under fertility research.”
Prescott muttered something under his breath.
I stared at Elena.
“You’re telling me my children were experimental subjects?”
“I’m telling you someone changed their cells before Genevieve ever carried them.”
For several seconds I couldn’t hear anything except the clock on the wall.
“Why would they do that?”
“Because they were trying to create children resistant to certain blood cancers.”
The cruelty of it nearly made me laugh.
“My children are dying of leukemia.”
“I know.”
“Then they failed.”
“No.”
Elena shook her head.
“They created something they didn’t understand.”
She explained what Genevieve had uncovered.
The altered receptor could remain dormant for years.
Most conventional treatment
