The first procedure was performed on Jonah because his condition was deteriorating faster, while Blythe waited nearby, and for fourteen hours I sat between their rooms listening to monitors and remembering every moment I had chosen business meetings over bedtime stories.
By morning Jonah’s fever spiked dangerously, and when alarms sounded I thought I had lost him, but Dr.
Amara Singh, a specialist Elena’s documents had helped us locate, emerged two hours later and said his body was responding exactly as they had hoped.
Blythe underwent the same protocol the following day, while outside the medical wing Prescott quietly collected enough financial records, archived messages, and surveillance evidence to establish that Malcolm had orchestrated the destruction of Genevieve’s medical report and stolen millions from the children’s trusts.
The final piece came from Genevieve herself, because Elena remembered a phrase my wife had repeatedly used before her death—“Our first winter belongs to the children”—and I recognized it as a reference to an old music box stored in our bedroom.
Inside the wooden base Prescott discovered a hidden memory card containing Genevieve’s recorded statement, and seeing my wife alive on that screen nearly destroyed me as she explained that she believed Malcolm was monitoring her and warned me never to trust appearances if she died unexpectedly.
