PART 8

THE WOMAN WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

The darkness was absolute.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t hear anything except my own breathing.
Then someone screamed.
“Iris!”
Lucy.
I reached forward blindly.
“Lucy!”
My hand found someone’s arm.
“Don’t move!”
The voice whispered directly beside me.
The same voice that had grabbed my wrist before the vault door slammed shut.
I recognized it.
But I couldn’t understand why.
“Who are you?”
No answer.
I pulled my arm free.
“Let go of me!”
The emergency lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then the room filled with a dim red glow.
I looked around.
Everyone was there.

Anna.

Lucy.

Chelsea.

Michael.

Sarah.

But one person was missing.

The stranger.

The one who had grabbed me.

I looked at my wrist.

There were fingerprints around it.

Fresh.

Real.

Whoever had touched me had disappeared.

Michael was still holding his weapon.

Sarah stood near the tunnel entrance.

Anna had Lucy behind her.

Chelsea was crouched beside the table.

And I was standing in the middle of the vault holding the mysterious key.

Then I noticed something.

The vault door wasn’t closed anymore.

It was open.

But the tunnel beyond it was empty.

No stranger.

No footsteps.

Nothing.

“Where did he go?” I whispered.

Michael looked at me.

“Who?”

“The man who grabbed me.”

Michael’s expression changed.

“What man?”

I stared at him.

“You didn’t see him?”

“No.”

Sarah stepped closer.

“What did he say?”

I looked at her.

“He told me not to trust anyone in this room.”

Sarah’s eyes widened.

Anna whispered:

“Oh God.”

“What?”

She looked at Michael.

“He’s here.”

Michael turned toward her.

“Who?”

Anna’s voice trembled.

“Daniel.”

The room went silent.

Michael’s grip tightened around the weapon.

“No.”

Anna nodded.

“He survived.”

Michael shook his head.

“I saw him die.”

“You saw someone die.”

Michael looked at Sarah.

Sarah said nothing.

Then Chelsea stood.

“Wait.”

She walked toward the photograph.

She picked it up.

“There were six shadows.”

I looked.

She pointed at the photograph again.

“One of those shadows belonged to Daniel.”

Michael went pale.

I stared at him.

“You knew.”

He didn’t answer.

“You knew Daniel might still be alive.”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“How long?”

“Years.”

I felt anger explode inside me.

“You let me believe my father was dead.”

Michael’s voice was quiet.

“I didn’t know if he was.”

“You could have looked.”

“I did.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because if Daniel was alive…”

He stopped.

“If he was alive, what?”

Michael looked at me.

“He would come for you.”

I laughed bitterly.

“Everyone keeps saying someone is coming for me.”

Sarah stepped forward.

“Because everyone knows what happens if he gets you.”

I looked at her.

“Why?”

She hesitated.

“Because you’re the only person who can expose him.”

“Expose who?”

Sarah looked at Michael.

“Your real father.”

I stared.

“Daniel?”

“No.”

My stomach dropped.

“Then who?”

Sarah whispered:

“The man who created the entire system.”

I frowned.

“What system?”

“The money.”

“The trusts.”

“The false identities.”

“The adoption records.”

“The hospital records.”

“The people who disappeared.”

I stared at her.

“Who?”

Sarah’s eyes filled with tears.

“Your grandfather.”

I froze.

“My grandfather is dead.”

“Yes.”

“Then how could he be responsible?”

Sarah shook her head.

“He isn’t.”

“Then who?”

She looked at me.

“Your grandfather had a brother.”

I felt a chill.

“Who?”

“Samuel.”

I waited.

“Samuel Vale.”

Michael looked furious.

“Don’t say that name.”

Sarah continued.

“Samuel was the real architect.”

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

I couldn’t understand.

“What does that mean?”

Sarah walked toward the wooden box.

She picked up the remaining envelope.

“Your grandmother spent thirty years trying to undo what Samuel created.”

“What did he create?”

She looked at me.

“A network.”

“What kind of network?”

“People.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It was an organization that controlled hospitals, banks, adoption agencies, lawyers…”

She paused.

“Families.”

My blood ran cold.

“Why?”

“Money.”

“Always money.”

“No.”

Sarah shook her head.

“Control.”

I looked at the vault.

“So my grandmother was fighting them?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did she trust David?”

“She didn’t.”

I thought about the photographs.

“Then why was he in the house?”

Sarah’s expression darkened.

“Because David was working for Samuel.”

My stomach tightened.

“My father?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“He was recruited when he was young.”

“To do what?”

“Watch you.”

I couldn’t speak.

Sarah continued.

“Your entire childhood was monitored.”

“By David?”

“By several people.”

“Who?”

“David.”

“Doctors.”

“Lawyers.”

“Teachers.”

“Bank employees.”

“People you thought were family friends.”

I felt sick.

“Why me?”

“Because of your birth.”

Again.

That word.

Birth.

Everyone kept circling back to the night I was born.

“What happened that night?”

Sarah looked at me.

“I’ll tell you.”

She took a breath.

“But you won’t like it.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.”

“Tell me.”

Sarah closed her eyes.

“You were born at 2:13 in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Your biological father was in the hospital.”

“Who?”

She didn’t answer.

“You were premature.”

I looked at the hospital bracelet.

“Baby A.”

Sarah nodded.

“Your sister was born twelve minutes later.”

“Lucy?”

“No.”

I froze.

“What?”

Sarah shook her head.

“Lucy was born that night.”

“Then who was Baby B?”

Sarah looked at me.

“That is the question your grandmother spent thirty years trying to answer.”

I stared at the bracelet.

“Where is Baby B?”

Sarah’s face became pale.

“Dead.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Baby B died shortly after birth.”

“Then why was there a bracelet?”

“Because someone switched the records.”

“Who?”

Sarah looked at Michael.

He shook his head.

“Don’t.”

Sarah ignored him.

“Samuel.”

I felt dizzy.

“Why?”

“Because Baby B wasn’t supposed to exist.”

I stared.

“Why?”

Sarah whispered:

“Because Baby B was the child Samuel had been waiting for.”

I didn’t understand.

“Waiting for what?”

Sarah stepped closer.

“The child with the genetic marker.”

I looked at Lucy.

She looked terrified.

“What marker?”

Sarah shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Michael interrupted.

“That’s enough.”

Sarah turned.

“No.”

“I said enough.”

“You’ve lied for thirty years.”

Michael’s expression hardened.

“And you’ve been hiding.”

“Because you made me.”

“You ran.”

“Because you killed Sarah.”

The room went silent.

Sarah turned toward them.

“Wait.”

I stared at her.

“You are Sarah.”

She nodded.

“But Michael said he killed you.”

“He tried.”

Michael looked away.

“I thought you were dead.”

“You wanted me dead.”

“I wanted to protect Iris.”

“From what?”

Michael’s eyes moved toward me.

“From Samuel.”

Sarah laughed bitterly.

“Samuel was already dead.”

Michael froze.

“What?”

“Samuel died twelve years ago.”

Everyone stared at her.

I whispered:

“Then why are we still running?”

Sarah looked at me.

“Because Samuel left something behind.”

“What?”

She pointed at the key.

“That.”

I looked down.

The small key felt suddenly heavier.

“What does it open?”

“Not a door.”

“Then what?”

“A box.”

“Which box?”

Sarah reached into her coat.

She pulled out an old photograph.

It showed a train station.

A man stood near the platform.

Daniel.

Next to him was another man.

I recognized him.

My father.

David.

They were handing something to each other.

Sarah pointed at the object.

“That.”

I looked closely.

A small metal case.

“Where is it now?”

Sarah whispered:

“Under the old train station.”

I stared.

“The station was demolished.”

“Not all of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The underground platform still exists.”

Michael shook his head.

“We can’t go there.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s where Samuel stored everything.”

“What everything?”

“Records.”

“Money?”

“No.”

Michael looked at me.

“Names.”

“Whose names?”

“Everyone.”

I felt a chill.

“Everyone who was involved.”

Sarah nodded.

“Doctors.”

“Judges.”

“Police.”

“Bankers.”

“Politicians.”

“Lawyers.”

“People who bought children.”

I stared at her.

“What?”

She swallowed.

“Children who disappeared.”

Lucy covered her mouth.

“That’s why the adoption records were changed.”

Sarah nodded.

“And that’s why you were hidden.”

I looked at Lucy.

“Why was I hidden?”

“Because Samuel wanted you.”

“Why?”

Sarah’s voice became barely audible.

“Because your blood could identify everyone.”

I stared.

“What does that mean?”

“He created a genetic database.”

My stomach turned.

“Of children?”

“Of families.”

“Why?”

“To control them.”

Michael stepped forward.

“That’s enough.”

Sarah shook her head.

“No more lies.”

She looked at me.

“Your blood was tested when you were a baby.”

“By who?”

“Samuel’s doctors.”

“Why?”

“Because they were looking for something.”

“What?”

She hesitated.

“A rare genetic signature.”

I looked at Lucy.

“And I have it?”

“No.”

I looked back at Sarah.

“You do.”

My heart stopped.

“Why?”

“Because you’re the only child born from two specific bloodlines.”

“Which ones?”

Sarah pointed at Michael.

“The Vale line.”

Then she pointed at herself.

“The Collins line.”

I frowned.

“But you said I wasn’t related to Anna.”

“You’re not.”

“Then how am I Collins?”

Sarah looked at me.

“Your grandmother’s family.”

I stared.

“You mean…”

“Your grandmother was your biological grandmother.”

“Then why did you say she wasn’t?”

“I was trying to explain the records.”

“Explain them.”

Sarah took a breath.

“Your grandmother was born Elizabeth Vale.”

“Yes.”

“She married Thomas Collins.”

“Grandfather.”

“Yes.”

“Then?”

“They had one child.”

“Anna?”

“No.”

“Who?”

Sarah whispered:

“Me.”

My mind went blank.

I stared at her.

“You?”

She nodded.

“Sarah Collins.”

“Then Anna?”

“Anna was married to Daniel.”

“Lucy is Anna’s daughter.”

“Yes.”

I felt my head spinning.

“So you’re my mother.”

“Yes.”

“And Michael is my biological father.”

Sarah nodded.

“Then Daniel?”

“Lucy.”

I looked at Lucy.

She was crying.

“So we’re not sisters.”

Sarah shook her head.

“You are.”

“How?”

“Because you share the same mother.”

I froze.

“What?”

Lucy looked at me.

“I told you I was going to explain.”

“You knew.”

She nodded.

“You and I are half-sisters.”

“Then why did everyone say we had different mothers?”

“Because Anna raised me.”

I stared.

“And you?”

“Sarah.”

I looked at the woman standing in front of me.

The woman who was supposed to be dead.

My mother.

Alive.

In the vault.

After thirty-four years.

I didn’t know whether to hug her or hate her.

So I did neither.

I simply asked:

“Why did you leave me?”

She began crying.

“I didn’t.”

“Then why?”

“Michael took you.”

I looked at him.

He lowered his head.

“I thought I was protecting you.”

“You stole me.”

“I know.”

“You let me grow up believing I wasn’t wanted.”

“I know.”

“You let another woman call herself my mother.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

He looked at me.

“Because Samuel was looking for you.”

I screamed:

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT SAMUEL!”

The room went silent.

“I care about the life you stole from me!”

Michael looked devastated.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

I wiped my eyes.

“You don’t know what it feels like to grow up wondering why your own family doesn’t love you.”

Sarah stepped closer.

“Iris…”

I stepped away.

“Don’t.”

She stopped.

Then Chelsea spoke.

Quietly.

“I know how it feels.”

I looked at her.

She was crying.

“What?”

She wiped her face.

“To be the child everyone thought was loved.”

I stared.

Chelsea continued:

“But I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That Dad didn’t love me either.”

I froze.

“What?”

“He used me.”

“How?”

“To keep you jealous.”

I couldn’t speak.

“He always compared us.”

“Why?”

“Because he wanted you to hate me.”

I stared at her.

“Why?”

“Because if we became close…”

She looked at Michael.

“…we would start asking questions.”

The room became silent.

I walked toward her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared.”

“Of Dad?”

“Of everyone.”

I hugged her.

For the first time in years.

She cried against my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

Then a loud metallic sound came from beneath the floor.

Everyone froze.

The vault shook.

Michael looked down.

“What’s happening?”

Sarah whispered:

“The timer.”

“What timer?”

“The system.”

“What system?”

She looked at me.

“The vault was never meant to stay open this long.”

A red display appeared on the wall.

05:00

I stared.

“Five minutes?”

Sarah nodded.

“Until what?”

“Until the vault locks permanently.”

“What happens then?”

Michael said:

“Anyone inside dies.”

I froze.

“What?”

“The ventilation system shuts down.”

I looked around.

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

“Then get us out!”

Michael rushed toward the door.

It wouldn’t move.

He pulled.

Nothing.

“Locked.”

Sarah ran toward the control panel.

“There’s another exit.”

“Where?”

“Behind the wall.”

Michael pointed.

“That one.”

We ran.

I grabbed Lucy’s hand.

Chelsea followed.

Anna was behind us.

Michael and Sarah worked together.

For the first time, they weren’t enemies.

They were simply parents trying to save their children.

The timer dropped.

03:47

Michael found a hidden latch.

The wall opened.

Behind it was a narrow passage.

“Go!”

We ran.

I was almost through when I heard something.

A voice.

Coming from the vault.

“Mom?”

I turned.

Lucy wasn’t behind me.

She was still inside.

The door was closing.

“Lucy!”

I ran back.

Michael grabbed me.

“No!”

“She’s inside!”

“I’ll get her.”

He pushed past me.

The door slammed.

The timer:

02:19

Michael disappeared inside.

I screamed.

“Michael!”

No answer.

Sarah grabbed my hand.

“Go!”

“I won’t leave him!”

“You don’t have a choice!”

The passage began shaking.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

Then—

BOOM.

The vault door sealed.

Silence.

“Lucy!”

Nothing.

“Michael!”

Nothing.

Sarah pulled me forward.

“Keep moving!”

We ran.

Then another explosion.

The floor beneath us collapsed.

I fell.

My hand slipped from Sarah’s.

I screamed.

I dropped into darkness.

I landed hard on something wooden.

Pain shot through my ribs.

I looked up.

Sarah was gone.

Lucy was gone.

Everyone was gone.

I was alone.

Then a light switched on.

A small room.

A desk.

A chair.

And a man sitting behind it.

He looked at me.

Older.

Gray hair.

Calm eyes.

I knew him immediately.

Not because I’d met him.

Because I’d seen his photograph.

Daniel.

My supposed father.

He smiled.

“Hello, Iris.”

I stared at him.

“You’re alive.”

“Yes.”

“Where’s my family?”

He stood.

“That’s complicated.”

“What happened?”

“Michael made a mistake.”

“What mistake?”

“He trusted the wrong person.”

“Who?”

Daniel looked toward the door.

Then back at me.

“Your mother.”

My blood went cold.

“Sarah?”

He nodded.

“She isn’t who you think she is.”

I stared at him.

“What does that mean?”

Daniel stepped closer.

“Your mother died thirty-four years ago.”

I shook my head.

“I just saw her.”

“No.”

He looked into my eyes.

“You saw the woman who pretended to be her.”

I felt the room spin.

“Then who is she?”

Daniel whispered:

“Samuel’s daughter.”

My heart stopped.

“Samuel’s daughter?”

He nodded.

“She has been manipulating you from the beginning.”

I stepped backward.

“No.”

Daniel reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a photograph.

A photograph of Sarah.

Standing beside Samuel.

Both smiling.

And in Sarah’s arms was a baby.

Me.

I stared at it.

My hands began shaking.

Daniel whispered:

“Your entire life was a lie.”

Then he said the words that shattered everything I’d just learned:

“Your real mother is still alive.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Who?”

Daniel looked at me.

“Anna.”

I stared.

“Anna?”

He nodded.

“And Lucy?”

“Lucy is your biological sister.”

I shook my head.

“But you said—”

“I never said anything.”

I stopped.

He smiled sadly.

“Because I wasn’t the one who called you.”

“What?”

“Someone has been impersonating me.”

The lights went out.

Daniel grabbed my arm.

“Don’t move.”

A voice echoed from the darkness.

A woman’s voice.

Sarah.

“Iris.”

Daniel whispered:

“Don’t answer.”

The voice came closer.

“Iris, it’s me.”

Daniel tightened his grip.

“She’s lying.”

The voice whispered again.

“You don’t know who to trust.”

I looked at Daniel.

Then toward the darkness.

The voice continued:

“Not even him.”

Then something cold touched the back of my neck.

I turned.

A man stood behind me.

He leaned close.

And whispered:

“Your grandmother knew the truth.”

I recognized the voice.

It was the stranger from the vault.

Daniel’s face went white.

“Michael.”

The man smiled.

“Not Michael.”

He stepped into the light.

I stared.

He looked exactly like Michael.

Same face.

Same eyes.

Same scar.

But older.

Much older.

Daniel whispered:

“Samuel.”

I couldn’t move.

Samuel Vale was supposed to have been dead for twelve years.

But he was standing in front of me.

Alive.

Smiling.

And holding a photograph of me as a baby.

He looked at me and said:

“Finally.”

Then he smiled.

“Welcome home, daughter.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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