Chapter 4
The next afternoon, rain poured relentlessly over the iron gates of Central Park.
Evelyn had instructed her personal driver to take her to a coffee shop near the Bethesda Terrace.
She sat by the window in her wheelchair, watching the downpour while holding a warm cup of herbal tea.
In her purse sat a burner phone she had purchased earlier that morning from a bodega in Midtown.
With shaking fingers, she dialed the mysterious number written on the back of the medical record.
The line rang three times before a raspy, exhausted female voice answered on the other end.
"Did you find him?" the woman asked desperately without even saying hello.
"Who is this?" Evelyn asked, her green eyes scanning the rainy park outside for any onlookers.
"My name is Elena," the woman replied, her voice breaking with raw, uncontained emotion.
"Ten years ago, your father took my infant son into his private research facility in Boston."
Evelyn felt her breath catch in her throat as the puzzle pieces began to fit together.
"What did my father do to your son?" Evelyn demanded in a harsh whisper.
"Your father needed living nerve tissue to repair your shattered spinal column after the crash," Elena confessed weeping.
"He paid my corrupt ex-husband a fortune to sign over our boy for an experimental procedure."
Evelyn gripped the phone so hard her knuckles turned completely white against her skin.
"The boy in the ballroom... Leo... he carries the matching neural bridge scar on his hand," Elena continued.
"They bound your nervous system to his biological tissue, Evelyn."
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"If you want the whole truth, meet me at the old boathouse in Brooklyn at midnight."
The line went dead before Evelyn could ask another single question.
