Chapter 6 - THE INTERROGATION OF THE PAST
The Doctor turned away from the phone for a brief second, his dark eyes fixing intensely on the Mother.
"Before the federal agents arrive, I need absolute honesty from you about your household," the Doctor demanded.
"I've told you everything! Mark is just strict—he's a successful consultant!" the Mother defended instinctively.
"People with ordinary consulting jobs do not have classified military surveillance equipment hidden in their basements," the Doctor countered.
The Mother froze, the breath catching in her throat as a cold realization washed over her mind.
"How... how did you know about the basement?" she whispered, her voice dropping to a frightened murmur.
"Because I used to run military trauma units before I came to this civilian hospital," the Doctor revealed.
He pointed to the US flag pin on his lapel—a marker of his former service in elite defense intelligence.
"And I recognize the biological signature of experimental defense tech when I see it on an ultrasound scan."
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Sarah let out a piercing scream from the bed, her body arching in agony as the mass inside her shifted violently.
The time for secrets was over; the terrifying truth was clawing its way out into the open.
