original founders of Helixor Biomedical.
The man I knew as Charles Laurent, a quiet French Canadian investor who supposedly died from lymphoma, had never existed.
Genevieve had created the identity to hide her connection to her father.
“Why?”
Miriam folded her hands.
“Because Adrian Valez wasn’t just a scientist.
He believed human genetics should be privately controlled by those wealthy enough to advance it.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning he thought governments and ethics boards slowed progress.”
“Genevieve hated men like that.”
“She hated him.”
Miriam slid a photograph toward me.
Genevieve stood beside a tall silver haired man.
Adrian Valez.
I recognized him.
I had seen him once.
At my wedding.
He had been introduced as a university colleague.
“He used her fertility treatment to access the embryos,” Miriam said.
My hands curled.
“He experimented on his own grandchildren.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Proof.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Jonah and Blythe were supposed to prove
