The call came at four AM, three days after X's failed trap.
Rebecca's voice, panicked in a way I had never heard. "Grace is sick. Quantum poisoning. She was exposed when you phase-shifted while pregnant. The instability transferred to her genetically. She is dying, Eva. You need to come now."
"Where are you?"
"Sending coordinates. But Eva—X will track you here. He is monitoring your quantum signature constantly. You come to Grace, you lead him straight to her."
"I do not care. Tell me where."
Rebecca sent the location. A clinic in rural Montana. Six hours away by car. I was in a vehicle with Albert before I finished reading the message.
"It is a trap," Albert said, driving at dangerous speeds. "X is using Grace to draw you out."
"I know. But she is my daughter. She is dying. What ch
