But Dana had been there, somewhere at the edges of both losses.
“Could she have had access to my old medical information?” I asked.
“Possibly limited information, depending on her role. But old oncology office records would not explain fertility clinic documents.”
“No,” I said. “But it means she recognized me.”
Kenneth nodded slowly. “That is possible.”
My phone buzzed.
A message appeared from an unknown number.
For a moment, I thought it might be Melinda.
It wasn’t.
The text contained no greeting.
Just a photograph.
I opened it with stiff fingers.
It showed a storage room. Metal tanks. Labels. A gloved hand holding a small white tag close enough for the printed words to be read.
FLEMING/SINCLAIR – EMBRYO SET B
Below the photo was one sentence.
Ask Connor what happened to Set A.
I stopped breathing.
Kenneth stood. “Kirsten?”
I turned the phone toward him.
He read the message once.
Then again.
The rain tapped steadily against the glass behind us.
Set B.
My voice barely rose above a whisper.
“Kenneth… how many embryos were there?”
He did not answer immediately.
And in that silence, I understood something worse than betrayal had been waiting beneath the first secret.
There had been more than one missing future.
