Chapter 3 - THE SON HE HELD HIGHER
The first person to touch me was Maya.
She placed one hand over mine without saying anything.
That small pressure kept me in the chair.
Julian was no longer pretending to be calm.
"What do you mean you were told she didn't want it?"
Sienna closed her eyes.
"Exactly what I said."
"Who told you?"
"I can't do this here."
"We're in a private room."
"Not with her."
She pointed at me again.
Julian's face twisted.
"If that child came from Clara's embryo, she is going to be part of this whether you like it or not."
Sienna recoiled as though he had slapped her.
"So now you're on her side?"
"I don't have a side."
"You always have a side."
Sienna laughed bitterly.
"You just choose whichever one protects you."
Julian's eyes flashed.
The accusation landed because it was true.
I had spent eight years learning that his loyalty lasted exactly as long as loyalty was convenient.
Dr. Vance raised a hand.
"We need to be precise."
"The recovered database fragment strongly suggests CM-JM-03 was assigned to a recipient whose name began with S. BLA."
"It does not, by itself, establish that the embryo was transferred into Ms. Blake."
"Nor does it establish that Eli resulted from that embryo."
Sienna seized on the distinction.
"There."
"You don't know."
"Not yet," Maya said.
Sienna glared at her.
"You can't test my child because Clara is angry about her divorce."
"This is no longer a divorce dispute."
Maya pulled the court order closer.
"If reproductive tissue was transferred without the genetic mother's consent, we are looking at potential fraud, medical battery, record falsification, and multiple violations of state law."
"And if a child resulted, the family court will have questions that neither you nor I get to decide alone."
Julian paced toward the sink and back.
"I want a DNA test."
Sienna stared at him.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because he's your son."
"Then prove it."
"I don't have to prove anything."
"You told me he was conceived naturally."
"He is your son."
"That is not the same answer."
Eli began crying again.
Sienna pressed her cheek to his hair.
"You are frightening him."
Julian stopped.
The child's distress worked on him immediately.
He stepped backward and lowered his voice.
"Fine."
"Take him to pediatrics."
"We'll finish this later."
Sienna moved toward the door.
Maya stood.
"The preservation order restricts removal of genetic material, not movement of the child inside the hospital."
"But there is a separate motion pending that would prevent either parent from taking him out of the state until the records issue is resolved."
Sienna froze.
"You filed something about my son before you even knew any of this?"
"We filed it twenty minutes ago after Dr. Vance confirmed the recovered recipient fragment."
Sienna looked at me with hatred so pure it almost steadied me.
"You planned this."
"I planned to stop evidence from disappearing."
"You want him."
"I don't know what I want because I found out ten minutes ago that he may be genetically mine."
My voice broke on the last word.
I hated that it broke.
I hated that Sienna saw it.
I hated even more that Eli stopped crying and looked directly at me.
His wet lashes were dark.
There was a faint freckle near his left ear.
I had the same freckle.
Again, it meant nothing.
Again, it felt like everything.
Sienna turned away sharply.
"Come on, baby."
She left the room.
Julian followed her into the hallway.
At the doorway, he looked back at me.
For a moment I saw fear instead of arrogance.
"Clara."
I waited.
"If this is true..."
He could not finish.
"If this is true," I said, "then every cruel thing you said to me in that hallway becomes even uglier."
His face tightened.
I expected an apology.
He gave me silence.
Then he left.
Maya closed the door.
I stood so quickly my chair rolled backward into the wall.
"I need air."
"You're on the sixth floor."
"Then I need a window."
Dr. Vance guided us to a physician lounge with a broad window overlooking the river.
The city looked ordinary below us.
Cars moved.
Pedestrians crossed streets.
A delivery truck stopped at a red light.
I could not understand how the world had the nerve to continue looking normal.
Maya handed me water.
"Do not make any decisions today."
"What decisions?"
"Custody."
"Public statements."
"Contact with Julian or Sienna outside counsel."
"Do not answer anything they send you while you're shocked."
I stared through the glass.
"If he's mine..."
Maya waited.
"I missed his first year."
Saying it made the grief real.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my chest.
"His first breath."
"His first smile."
"The first time he rolled over."
"The first time he got sick."
"I was alive ten minutes away while they were raising him in my house."
Maya's voice softened.
"We don't know yet."
"But if we find out?"
"Then we deal with what is true, not what should have been."
Dr. Vance stood near the door, giving me space.
"Clara, there is something else you need to understand."
I turned toward him.
"If CM-JM-03 became Eli, that does not mean the clinic made an innocent clerical error."
"An embryo cannot be reassigned to another patient casually."
"There would have been medication protocols, transfer scheduling, identity checks, consent documentation, and multiple staff interactions."
"If this happened, several safeguards failed or were deliberately bypassed."
"How many people would it take?"
"At minimum, one person with access could falsify records."
"But to complete a transfer without raising alarms, I suspect more than one person knew something was wrong."
I thought of the photograph showing Lydia Pike beside Sienna.
"Where is Lydia now?"
"She resigned eleven months ago."
"Why?"
"Her resignation letter cited family reasons."
"Do you believe that?"
Dr. Vance looked out the window.
"I believe she left three days after a compliance audit requested historical cryostorage logs."
Maya wrote something down.
"Can we find her?"
"Your investigator probably can."
"Already trying," Maya said.
She held up her phone.
"I sent the name to him while we were in Room 12."
I almost smiled.
This was why I had hired her.
She never confused sympathy with action.
My phone vibrated.
A text from Julian appeared.
WE NEED TO TALK WITHOUT LAWYERS.
A second message arrived.
SIENNA IS LYING ABOUT SOMETHING.
Then a third.
I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE EMBRYO.
I showed Maya.
"Do not answer."
I locked the phone.
"I wasn't going to."
She nodded with visible approval.
"Good."
Forty minutes later, a process server confirmed that the temporary travel restriction had been signed.
Eli could not be taken out of state without written consent from both listed parents or further court order.
For now, Julian and Sienna were the listed parents.
My name existed nowhere near his birth certificate.
That fact hurt in a different way.
Legally, I was still a stranger.
Biologically, I might be his mother.
Emotionally, I had no idea what I was allowed to feel.
I returned to the public hallway alone after Maya left to file another motion.
Julian was standing by the windows near the elevators.
Sienna and Eli were gone.
He looked older than he had an hour earlier.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"Pediatrics."
"You let her go alone?"
"She's his mother."
The sentence cut through me.
Julian realized it immediately.
"I mean legally."
"You mean the only way you have ever understood family is whichever version is useful at the moment."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Can you not do this right now?"
I almost laughed.
"You stopped me in a hospital hallway to tell me I could never give you a child."
"Forty-five minutes later, you would like emotional restraint."
"I was angry."
"At what?"
"Seeing you."
"Why?"
He looked away.
That question had no flattering answer.
"Did you know about your test result?" I asked.
"Not the way you're making it sound."
"You told me you were normal."
"The doctor said low counts can fluctuate."
"Which doctor?"
He hesitated.
"Dr. Keene."
I knew that name.
Martin Keene had been the clinic's senior reproductive endocrinologist during our last cycle.
He was also a longtime golfing friend of Julian's father.
"Did Dr. Keene tell you I was infertile?"
"He said your numbers were poor."
"The raw numbers were normal."
"I didn't know that."
"But you knew yours were poor."
Julian said nothing.
I stared at him.
"You watched me inject myself every night."
"You watched me apologize to you every time a cycle failed."
"You let me believe my body was the problem while you knew there was a male-factor diagnosis."
"I was scared."
"So was I."
"It was different."
"Of course it was."
I stepped closer.
"My fear made me disposable."
"Yours made you entitled to lie."
He flinched.
Before he could answer, his phone rang.
Sienna's name appeared on the screen.
He answered immediately.
"Where are you?"
His expression changed.
"What do you mean you're leaving?"
He listened.
"Sienna, there is a court order."
His eyes flicked toward me.
"Do not get in the car."
He started walking toward the elevator.
"I'm coming down."
The line went dead.
"What happened?" I asked.
"She says she is taking Eli home."
"That's allowed."
"Not our home."
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside together.
Julian pressed the lobby button repeatedly as though that would make it move faster.
"Where is she going?"
"She wouldn't say."
When the doors opened, we saw Sienna near the revolving entrance with Eli strapped into his stroller and a diaper bag hanging from the handle.
A black SUV waited at the curb.
A man stood beside the rear door.
He was tall, silver-haired, and wearing a charcoal suit.
I had seen him once before at a donor dinner.
Graham Vale was the Mercer family's private attorney.
Sienna saw us.
Her face hardened.
Graham opened the SUV door.
Julian shouted her name.
She stopped.
Graham looked at him without surprise.
Then he looked at me.
"Mr. Mercer," he said.
"Ms. Mercer."
"It's Clara Hale now," I replied.
He gave the smallest nod.
"Of course."
Julian grabbed the stroller handle.
"Where are you taking my son?"
Graham's expression remained perfectly controlled.
"Ms. Blake requested counsel."
"You are my mother's attorney."
"I represent several members of your family."
"Did my mother send you?"
Graham did not answer.
That was answer enough.
Sienna's eyes filled with panic.
"Julian, please."
"What does my mother have to do with this?"
Sienna looked toward Graham.
He shook his head once.
A warning.
I saw it.
Julian saw it too.
His grip tightened on the stroller.
"Tell me."
Sienna whispered something I almost missed.
"Ask Evelyn."
Julian went completely still.
His mother's name landed between us like a dropped blade.
"Ask her what?"
Sienna looked down at Eli.
Then she said the sentence that changed the shape of the entire story.
"Ask your mother why she picked Clara's embryo."
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