Her hand trembled as she flipped it open. Photos, bloodwork, physician logs.
And at the back, a letter. Not scanned. Never shared.
Elias's handwriting.
Christy,
If you're reading this, I've failed to contain what we started. Protect them. Protect the child. Don't let the serum define them. Don't let Brent turn this into legacy.
He was never meant to lead. You know that.
Christy's breath caught in her throat.
She folded the letter, slipped it into her coat pocket.
Time was catching up.
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Back at Elite Legacy Institute, Levy stood in the administration office, arms crossed as the clerk behind the desk nervously clicked through screens.
"You're saying my academic record has a second shadow file?" she asked, voice steady.
The clerk nodded. "It's encrypted. Faculty-level clearance only. Not even admin can open it."
Levy leaned in. "Who requested it?"
The clerk swallowed. "Cassius Varen."
Her chest tightened. Not with fear. With a strange clarity.
