Chapter 6 - The Brother Who Wasn't DeadGrant spent the night digging through old family records.
His brother Michael had supposedly died in a boating accident at nineteen.
No body had ever been recovered.
Grant's father had declared him legally dead.
But the photograph in Lily's drawing matched Michael.
The investigation uncovered something darker.
Michael had been involved with Helix.
He had opposed his father.
Then disappeared.
Grant's wife had known.
Maybe she had discovered Michael was alive.
Maybe she had discovered something else.
Claire found a hidden file in the hospital system.
A patient under an alias.
Born twenty-seven years earlier.
Genetic markers matched Lily.
Grant stared.
“That's him.”
“Your brother?”
“No.”
He looked at Claire.
“This is Lily's biological father.”
Silence.
Grant could barely speak.
“Michael.”
Claire's chest tightened.
“Your wife had a child with your brother?”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“She married me when she was already pregnant.”
Claire stared.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
“Did she?”
“Yes.”
Grant sat down.
The truth hurt.
But there was something worse.
Michael had not been dead.
He had been hidden.
By their father.
To protect the Helix program.
Grant's father had stolen his own son's identity.
He had used Michael's genetic material in a secret project.
Lily had been born from that project.
She wasn't simply a child.
She was proof.
Proof that the experiment existed.
Grant's wife had discovered everything.
She had tried to protect Lily.
The cancer diagnosis had been manipulated.
The treatment had been poisoned.
Not enough to kill her quickly.
Enough to make everyone believe she was dying naturally.
Grant broke.
Claire sat beside him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I should have known.”
“You were manipulated.”
“She trusted me.”
“She trusted you enough to leave Lily with you.”
He looked at Claire.
“Why did she contact you?”
“Because she knew I would listen.”
Grant wiped his face.
“And now?”
Claire reached for his hand.
“Now we make sure Lily gets the truth.”
Their fingers remained linked.
Neither noticed.
The next morning, Michael appeared.
Alive.
Older.
Scarred.
He stood in the doorway of the hospital room.
Grant couldn't move.
Michael whispered,
“Hello, brother.”
Grant stared.
Then punched him.
Michael didn't fight back.
He simply stood there.
“You were alive.”
“Yes.”
“You let me bury you.”
“I was protecting you.”
“You let me think my brother was dead for twenty years.”
Michael's eyes filled.
“I was protecting Lily.”
Grant froze.
Michael looked toward the child.
“She was never supposed to know me.”
“Why?”
“Because our father wanted to use her.”
“For what?”
“Control.”
The original Holloway trust was tied to genetic succession.
Lily was the only legal descendant carrying Michael's direct line.
If she existed, certain assets could not be controlled by the old family leadership.
She could expose them.
She could break the empire apart.
Michael had hidden.
Grant's father had lied.
Helix had watched.
And Grant's wife had died trying to protect Lily.
Michael looked at Claire.
“You found the tick.”
Claire nodded.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn't you warn us?”
“Because I needed you to find the sensor.”
Grant's expression darkened.
“You used my daughter.”
Michael shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at Lily.
“I gave her a chance to expose them.”
Grant wanted to hate him.
But he couldn't.
Not when Lily smiled at Michael without fear.
“Are you Uncle Michael?”
Michael's eyes filled with tears.
“Yes.”
Lily smiled.
“Mommy said you were important.”
Michael closed his eyes.
“I was supposed to tell you myself.”
Before anyone could speak, the hospital lights went out.
Gunshots echoed down the hall.
Michael grabbed Lily.
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Grant reached for Claire.
And the nightmare began again.
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