you?”
Elena’s lips trembled.
“My name is Elena.”
Blythe looked at the necklace.
Her eyes widened.
“That’s Mommy’s.”
Nobody spoke.
Jonah opened his eyes.
“Mom’s blue stone.”
Elena touched the pendant.
“She gave it to me.”
Blythe looked at me.
“Daddy?”
I had no idea how to explain any of it.
Elena knelt beside the bed instead.
“Your mommy helped my family a long time ago.”
Blythe studied her carefully.
“Did she know you were coming?”
Elena began crying.
“Yes.”
Blythe reached out and touched her hand.
“Then you can stay.”
By morning, Prescott returned with preliminary results.
The necklace was authentic.
Microscopic wear patterns matched old photographs.
The medical records contained signatures from two Helixor scientists who had disappeared from public research shortly after Genevieve’s death.
One had supposedly retired in Argentina.
The other was dead.
Prescott closed the office door behind him.
“There’s another problem.”
“Say it.”
“Someone
