The study was crowded.Rex sat behind his desk. The box of files was open in front of him. Catherine stood by the window, her arms crossed, her face pale. Elena sat on the couch, her hands folded in her lap. Lin was in the corner, her face pale, her hands shaking. Isabella was not there. She was locked in her room. Again.I stood by the door. Watching. Waiting."Open the first file," I said.Rex pulled out a folder. Thick. Old. The paper was yellowed. The edges were frayed."Victor Marchetti," Rex said. His voice was flat. "My father. Original investor. Paid five million dollars into the program."Catherine turned from the window. "Five million?""Five million. In exchange for... what?"I walked to the desk. Looked at the file. At the photographs. At the handwritten notes."In exchange for a child. A perfect child. With green eyes. With intelligence. With loyalty."Rex slammed the file shut. "He used me. He used all of us.""He was not the only one."Rex opened the next file. His hand
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