it explain how to save them?”
Her silence answered before she did.
“Maybe.”
One word.
But after ten days, maybe sounded like oxygen.
“How?”
“Genevieve found another patient.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
I stared at her.
Elena rolled up her sleeve.
There were faint scars inside her elbow.
“My markers are compatible with the twins.”
“Bone marrow?”
“More than that.
The mutation originated from a cell line derived from samples taken from my family.”
I felt sick.
“Your DNA is inside my children?”
“Not exactly.
But the receptor design was built using data from Sofia and me.”
I pressed the call button on my desk.
“Get Yates here.”
Prescott stepped forward.
“Lawson, we should verify everything before moving her near the children.”
“Verify it.”
“We also need to consider the possibility this is engineered.”
“Then engineer an answer faster.”
He nodded once.
Within forty minutes, Dr.
Yates arrived.
He read the documents
