In My Parents’ Eyes, I Had Always Been The Family Failure. “You’re Useless,” My Mother Sneered, “Just Like That Pathetic Old Man Rotting In The Shed.” My Blood Froze. I Tore Open The Door And Found My Grandfather – Starved, Trembling, Trapped In The Damp Darkness

of Caldwell Industries.

Finally, I opened the third folder. It contained my mother’s final text transmission to the corrupt doctor, timestamped just hours before I arrived.

The text read:

“Double the chemical dosage tonight. Peyton arrives tomorrow. We need the assets cleared.”

Wyatt’s smug smile vanished into a hollow, terrified void.

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