“Kael,” he said, carefully but firmly, “your son is not a psychopath. Liam is clean—his brain scans are sharp, healthy, and his cognitive responses are even above average.”
For a moment, I just stared at him, the words refusing to sink in. Not… a psychopath?
He continued, flipping through the file. “There’s no trace of the Clean Seed mutation. His brain is sharp—very sharp, Kael. He’s not carrying that demon gene. He’s free.”
A breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding burst from my chest. My shoulders sagged as relief washed through me like warm rain. My boy was safe.
I lowered my head, muttering, “Thank you, Havelock. Thank you…”
The doctor studied me for a moment, then asked, “Kael, what made you think Liam was… like that?”
I rubbed my face, tired. “His actions. Strange drawings
