Elijah's POV
"They're alive," I said, staring at the monitors.
The numbers flickered on the screens.
Heart rate: 12 beats per minute.
Brain activity: minimal but present.
Body temperature: 34 degrees.
My parents had been frozen for eighteen years, but they weren't dead.
"That's impossible," Marcus said, moving closer to the machines.
"It's science," Chairman Crain said proudly. "I hired the best cryogenic specialists in the world. They developed a drug that puts the body in extreme hibernation."
"Why?" I asked. "Why keep them alive like this?"
"Because death would have been too kind," Crain said. "I wanted them to suffer. To know they were trapped. To watch through their frozen minds as I destroyed everything they loved."
I looked at my father's face.
David Crain. The man who gave me life. The man who tried to save me.
His eyes were open but glassy.
Like he was looking at something far away.
"Can they see us?" Amara asked, her voice shaking.
