Chapter 3: The Truth I Should Never Have Heard
Security surrounded the hallway within minutes.
But not for him.
For me.
That’s when I realized something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The man—his name was Dorian Vale—walked beside me as if I belonged there.
As if I had always belonged there.
We entered a black car.
Locked doors.
No explanation.
Only motion.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He didn’t look at me.
“Home.”
“I don’t know you.”
He finally turned.
“You do.”
Then he showed me a file.
My childhood records.
My school transcripts.
My medical history.
Things no stranger should have.
Then the worst part.
A photo.
Me.
As a child.
Standing next to him.
Smiling.
I shook my head.
“That’s impossible.”
Dorian leaned back.
“You were adopted into the Vale program when you were six.”
My breath stopped.
“What program?”
He answered calmly:
“Life continuity candidates.”
My mind went blank.
“That’s not real.”
He nodded.
“It shouldn’t be.”
Then he said:
“But you’re one of the last surviving matches.”
The car stopped.
A massive building rose ahead.
No name.
No signs.
Just black glass.
And inside…
May you like
People were waiting.
For me.
