The hospital room stayed unusually quiet after Blade repeated the words he had overheard because nobody seemed ready to say what every one of us had already started thinking.
Asset Seven was never the experiment. She was the objective.
The sentence echoed through my mind while Casey compared Blade’s account with my mother’s journals.
“It matches.” Casey said.
“What matches?” I frowned.
He slid the journal toward me and my mother’s handwriting covered the page and one paragraph had been circled several times.
If they ever stop chasing the others and begin focusing only on Seven, then everything has changed.
I hated that even my mother referred to be as Seven.
“My mother knew.” I said.
“I think she suspected it.” Casey nodded.
“She never explained why?” Wayne asked quietl
