Lucas
Dr. Leighton’s face filled my screen. “Mr Sterlin,” he said calmly. “What can I do for you?”
I didn’t waste time. “I need information on the surrogate. SM-47.”
There was a brief pause. “Why?” he asked, frowning slightly.
“I want to offer her another deal,” I said simply.
His brows lifted. Then he smiled. “A deal? You want another baby so soon?”
I laughed softly. “Not exactly. Something else.” But the smile on his face faded.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” he said. “Her records have been erased.”
I blinked. “Erased?”
“Yes,” he replied. “It’s protocol.”
“So fast?” I asked. “It’s barely been weeks.”
“That’s the rule,” he said flatly. “Once the process is complete.”
The line went quiet soon after and I stared at the blank screen long after the call ended. Something wasn
