Chapter 9 - Dr. Reeves Had One Last File—And It Revealed My Brother Wasn't His Only VictimReeves fled to Boston.
We tracked him to a private laboratory.
Inside were files.
Dozens.
Children.
Adults.
My brother.
Nathan's wife.
Other families.
All victims.
The experiment had been running for more than twenty years.
Reeves had kept copies.
I found my brother's file.
His illness.
His treatment.
His death.
The official cause had been wrong.
He had been poisoned.
He was a test subject.
I cried.
Nathan stood beside me.
"You don't have to look."
"I do."
The truth hurt.
But it also explained everything.
My entire career had been built on a question nobody answered.
Now I had the answer.
Reeves entered.
He had a gun.
"You shouldn't have come."
Nathan stepped forward.
"You killed children."
"I studied them."
"You poisoned them."
"To develop treatment."
I stared.
"You call that treatment?"
He looked at me.
"You understand."
"No."
"You've spent your life trying to understand why your brother died."
"Because you killed him."
He smiled.
"I gave his death meaning."
I nearly lost control.
Nathan stopped me.
"Don't."
Federal agents entered.
Reeves surrendered.
His files were confiscated.
The research was shut down.
The twins were finally diagnosed correctly.
They had environmental poisoning.
The treatment began.
Their strength slowly returned.
But Nathan's wife was still gone.
Her case was reopened.
The medical examiner confirmed it.
She had been poisoned.
She had discovered the truth.
She had tried to protect the twins.
And she had died because of it.
Nathan finally admitted:
"I should have listened."
I answered:
"Then listen now."
He looked at me.
"To what?"
"The twins."
Jacob was calling.
He wanted his father.
May you like
Nathan left.
For the first time since I met him, he cried openly in front of me.
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