Chapter 3 - The Broken Mirror
By noon, the rain had turned into a torrential downpour that rattled the reinforced glass of Maya Reyes’s clandestine facility.
Before us stood Dr. Marcus Vance, a former military pathologist and Maya’s most trusted forensic contact. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t glance at my face or comment on the fact that Adrian Moretti was kneeling on a cold floor beside a four-year-old girl. He simply opened a sterile kit, unwrapped two cotton swabs, and held them with gloved hands.
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“Just a quick tickle inside the cheek, Lily,” Maya said gently, kneeling beside her with a glass jar of lemon candies. “Like brushing your teeth before bed.”
Lily didn’t pull away. She looked at me, her fingers curling around the lap
