The hospital, the research fund, the switched newborns, the erased records.
Whenever that name came up, his head would throb.
A series of clues led Julian to suspect that the origins of this body were far from simple.
"Tell me..." Julian's voice was weak, though fortunately, the pain had subsided significantly: "Has the Sterling family been working for CORE all along?"
Ethan didn't answer right away, but he was thinking the exact same thing.
Outside the glass window, the sky over St. Lawrence City was beginning to lighten. The heavy black of the winter night was slowly giving way to a pale, ashen gray. The two of them had actually stayed up all night.
Ethan reached for a fountain pen from a nearby holder and pulled a blank sheet of paper toward him. Still holding Julian in his arms, the man carefully sketched out two timelines.
