Bonny’s POV “There are more children.” The words hit harder than the explosions. Harder than the collapsing building. Because suddenly this wasn’t just my story anymore. It never had been. I stared at Vanessa. “What do you mean more children?” Her fingers trembled slightly over the tablet now. “Archived genetic records were linked to placement tracking systems.” Mara blinked slowly. “Again. Human language.” Vanessa swallowed. “They tracked biological families.” Silence. Cold. Heavy. --- Naledi looked like all the air had been ripped from her lungs. “No…” Vivienne stepped closer to Vanessa immediately. “How many?” Vanessa hesitated. Too long. “How many?” Adrian repeated sharply. She looked up. “At least forty-two confirmed irregular placements.” My stomach dropped

