m interface pulsed in the dim bed

t ti

d lost a baby, a

life, my ninth hope,

my voice raspy, "I want

1,500,000. MISSION: SURVIVAL OF OFFSPRING. COST:

life before Ethan, be

had earned in this simulated hel

nd protectively on m

NDOW TO FINAL

t like an eternity

his baby kick, to know it was real

n't sleep, a knot of anxi

tchen for some water, and voic

arm when he spoke to me

l, Chloe. Someo

arely out of college

reful, Ethan darling? Is Ava finally suspicious? After you s

caught.

y need to see a clear line of succession. Our child, Chloe,

ank to the carpet, the co

es. Not fate. No

. E

the man I sacrifi

o return, suddenly felt like a li

y. His

want? The answer screamed

og of my grief. My decision began to shift, the th