Chapter 20 - The Unopened Envelope From The Lab
One year later, I stood on the windy coast of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, inside my new research facility dedicated to supporting victims of medical abuse.
The facility was fully funded by my restored inheritance, providing free legal, medical, and psychological care to hundreds of women across the country.
Evelyn walked into my oceanfront office holding a sealed white envelope bearing the official crest of the Harvard Medical Genetics Laboratory.
“Caroline, the final comprehensive cellular recovery tests came back from the research team this morning,” Evelyn said softly, setting the envelope on my desk.
I looked down at the sealed paper, knowing that inside lay the absolute final truth regarding the long-term biological effects of the synthetic hormones Luke had forced upon me.
The doctors had told me six months ago that while my body had miraculously healed from the physical trauma, my internal reproductive systems might be permanently altered.
I picked up the silver letter opener, sliding it gently through the top fold of the envelope as the cool ocean breeze blew through the open window.
I pulled out the crisp white paper, my eyes scanning past the complex chemical equations down to the final bold paragraph printed at the very bottom.
My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes read the unexpected, impossible diagnosis that shattered everything I thought I knew about my own body.
I dropped the paper onto the desk, my hands shaking violently as I looked up at Evelyn, who was staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.
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“Evelyn…” I whispered, my voice trembling as a sudden, sharp pain flared deep within my lower abdomen for the first time in months.
“Call Dr. Jenkins immediately… something is happening right now.”
