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Chapter 19 - The Last FolderAdrian's arrest opened everything.

Bank accounts.

Research networks.

Private laboratories.

Hidden contracts.

But one file remained locked.

K-00.

Victor found it inside the old archive.

There was no name.

No photograph.

Only a date.

The date my father died.

I opened it.

Inside was a single sentence.

The original child was never treated.

I stared.

"What's this?"

Victor didn't know.

Then Eleanor arrived.

She saw the file.

And went pale.

"No."

"What?"

She sat down.

"The first child."

"Who?"

"Your father's own son."

I stopped breathing.

"My father had a son?"

She nodded.

"Before you."

I stared at her.

"That's impossible."

"He died as an infant."

"Why isn't there a record?"

"Because your father erased him."

"Why?"

"Because the child carried the original marker."

I couldn't speak.

My father had spent his life protecting the secret.

The research.

The children.

The truth.

And perhaps me.

I opened the last page.

There was a photograph.

A baby.

Around his neck was a tiny silver star.

The same symbol Keo had drawn for years.

Under the photograph:

Subject Zero.

I looked at Eleanor.

"Why did my father never tell me?"

"Because he wanted you to live without becoming part of it."

I thought about Keo.

The hospital.

The eighty thousand dollars.

The Hope Ship.

Everything had begun with one sick child.

But now I understood.

My father hadn't simply left behind money.

He had left behind a war.

And we had only uncovered the first layer.

Then Linda entered.

She was holding a phone.

"Mr. Gallo."

"What?"

"Keo is missing."

My blood froze.

"What?"

"He was here ten minutes ago."

"Security?"

"Nobody saw him leave."

Victor ran toward the cameras.

I followed.

The footage showed Keo walking outside.

Then a black vehicle stopped.

The door opened.

Keo got inside.

But he wasn't forced.

He entered willingly.

I watched the footage again.

He turned toward the camera.

And smiled.

Then the screen went black.

I stared.

"Why would he do that?"

Eleanor whispered:

"Because he knows something."

"What?"

May you like

She looked at me.

"Something your father told him."

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