The third date remained on the screen.
SEPTEMBER 16.
Elena stared at it until the numbers began to blur.
Three dates.
Three possible versions of her birth.
September 14.
September 16.
September 17.
And somewhere between them was a truth her mother had buried so deeply that even Elena’s own memories could not reach it.
Evelyn stood across the table, equally pale.
“So which one of us was born first?”
No one answered.
Marcus continued searching through the hospital archive.
Adrian stayed beside Elena.
His hand never left hers.
Finally, Marcus opened another encrypted folder.
“I found the DNA records.”
Elena looked up.
“From the hospital?”
“No. From the Blackwood archive.”
He opened the file.
Two genetic profiles appeared.
ELENA BLACKWOOD.
EVELYN BLACKWOOD.
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