The storm raged outside, the world trembling with every crash of thunder. Adrian stood frozen in front of the console, the static from the broken feed painting his face in flashes of white. His pulse thundered in his ears, a rhythm of fury and disbelief. Loren Voss wasn’t bluffing. The images had been too real—rows of glass pods, each holding a perfect replica of the boy sleeping in Natalie’s arms. Ethan.
Natalie’s fingers tightened around the child instinctively, as if she could shield him from the very idea of what she had seen. “How long?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “How long has he been doing this?”
Adrian didn’t answer. His jaw was locked, his muscles tight with rage. He began pacing, every step echoing across the concrete floor. “The last project file I destroyed… it mu
