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[Cordelia]"Jasper," my voice catches as I place a hand on his tiny chest, praying for it to move, just once. "Baby, Mama's here."I pull him out of the carrier and place him in my arms as Jude checks for his breathing. "He's still with us, his breathing is just very shallow," he informs us as he pulls out a syringe. "This is just a bit of adrenaline. It will help. It's part of his treatment. Once he's more responsive I'll give him the medicine I developed, but we need to get him to a hospital quickly. ""Preferably under a different name," Atlas adds looking around anxiously. "And not here."My chest hurts as we all pile into the back of the chicken truck. Every bump and lurch as we travel down the highway hits me like a bomb. My life exploded in front of me again and a part of my soul died. Even though Jasper is not dead, I might never fully recover from the shock of believing he was gone. Even holding him now, smelling his hair, isn't enough to calm my nerves. When we arrived at th
[Jude]Jasper Steele, even with my interventions, is weaker than he should be, so I tested his blood. His white blood count is abysmally low, even with all of the infusions and immune boosters. He is no longer responding well to this therapy. Something needs to be done, and soon. Thankfully, the Jaxon and Susanna Steele were innovators in their field. Having access to Susanna Steele's notes is like taking a doctorate-level course on genetics. She was brilliant, and looking at her photos around the office, extremely beautiful. The face and smile of a model framed with blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders in gentle waves. There is something familiar about her eyes. They are a dark, piercing blue bordering on black that reminds me of someone. Setting her photo back on her desk, I repress a shiver as I rotate the frame to face the wall away from me. She has an unusual office. I'd expect the geneticist to have a clean, orderly space, but hers is cluttered and dusty. She has a r
[Cordelia]Jude's words pierce me like an arrow to my gut. "There is no cure," he explains his voice booming through the room as the three of us listen on speakerphone. "Or at least not a simple one. From what I'm reading here, it is a series of treatments. It has a very high success rate and is the closest to a cure that anyone has come to so far for your son's very rare type of illness."My words catch in my throat. I want to question how this can be possible after so much struggle and pain."I've synthesized the first treatment," Jude continues, "the serum from the notes you found, but it wasn't the miracle you were hoping for. I'm sorry." He then tells us about the clues. "I'll be sending her video to you. I wish you could just come to the lab and see it yourself. Your mother had a unique mind. I think it'll take the sons of Susanna Steele to figure out what she's had been trying to communicate," he admits. "She's far too clever for me to figure this out on my own, and she must
[Atlas]If I hadn't received Cordelia's message, I would have rushed out to be by her side when I heard her open the door and scream at the press about what had happened to our son. But then I saw that she was doing it for us. That she did it for us. Clark and I took the back way out. Walking as quickly as we could, we didn't look back as we headed to his parked car several blocks away, out of the view of the press or any other prying eyes. Quietly, we ducked into his car and drove away, headed to the other side of the city to Steele Labs which is nestled in the hills just beyond the city. When we arrived, Jude was waiting for us. Even though he is the only person I know capable of helping my son, my fists itch with the desire to punch his teeth down his throat for all the pain he caused my wife. "Jude," I grunted as we passed through the doors. "Where is my son?"He guides us through the lab to a small infirmary that he set up with Jasper in the center of a bed far too large for
[Cordelia]I only had to lie there and pretend to pass out for about 10 minutes before I was swept away by an ambulance. The press was so busy watching me scooped off the ground that they didn't notice Clark and Atlas leaving out the back door. Mission accomplished. Unfortunately, now that the hospital has me in their grasp, they have no plans of letting me go. "Based on your medical history, Mrs. Steele, we are requiring you to stay overnight," the nurse relayed the doctor's message as she inserted an IV I did not need into an arm that did not want to receive it. "I'm perfectly capable of drinking water with my mouth," I inform her, wincing as the catheter finds it's way into my vein. "There is no need for you to hook up an IV.""Oh, this isn't for hydration, this is for your anemia." She grins and explains very slowly that when they did my blood panel, they discovered my iron levels were dangerously low. "Have you been eating regularly?""Of course," I huff. "I eat." She gives m
[Sydney]Magnus was livid as he watched the scene unfold on camera. Henri and I held back, hiding in the kitchen as he watched Cordelia condemn him on screen in a constant repeat. Her collapse in front of her house over the stress of her loss has brought national attention to what is happening at Fisher Pharmaceuticals.Now the government is getting involved. The FDA and the CDC have already asked for private meetings with Magnus to go over the parameters of his new "miracle cure." The problem is, we don't have one. Our initial tests are showing it to be ineffective. After having his specialists go over the instructions and formulation with a fine-tooth comb, the treatment was determined to be ineffective, although harmless. A placebo. Delilah either messed up or is deceiving us intentionally. But we didn't get this news until AFTER he had announced his version of the cure. The only consolation was that we hadn't entered the major trial or mass production stages yet. We haven't figur
[Cordelia]The healing powers of a mother's kisses cannot be overestimated. As Jasper and I slept side by side, both of us slowly recovered. The aches and pains that made me fear miscarriage ended and his breathing, which had been so labored, finally evened out. He doesn't sound quite healthy, but his eyes have regained some of their sparkle. While my son and I spend time reconnecting, I can hear the men in the corner arguing about what to do next. I hate it when they talk about me like I'm not in the room. "You just said it yourself," Atlas snaps at Jude, his finger pointed in the center of the other man's chest. "He's stabilized. He doesn't need the ventilator, he doesn't even need the oxygen." "Yes but, that doesn't mean he won't relapse," Jude cautions looking over at the both of us. "He's healthy now, but I wouldn't want to risk his safety in the long run. He needs to be back at the facility." "But what about Cordelia?" Atlas demands. "It'll be too risky having her go back an
[Tilly]Clark is buzzing around the condo, looking for odds and ends, trying to find anything that connects him back to his mother. At first, I thought it might be a way for him to feel closer to her, to pass a bit of her down to his daughters. But no. It's all part of an elaborate treasure hunt, an adventure that we are all about to embark on whether we want to or not. "But Clark," I protest. "We can't go out onto the open ocean when I'm 39 weeks pregnant with twins." I can't believe he's even suggesting it. I'm terrified, but he's bouncing on the tips of his toes as he digs through boxes. "What if there are complications? What if something were to go wrong while we're on our way to the South Pacific.""I'm more afraid that something will go wrong if we stay here," he confesses, looking over his shoulder at me, his glasses sliding down his nose as he wipes his sweaty brow. "Magnus is an unpredictible menace. It's only a matter of time before he finds Jude and the facility. OR befo