His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 41

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Carlos turned me down again. He had me thrown out, just like last time. I don't know why he's being so cold, but I need. to be part of this project. I don't know how else to get in." Vesta watched me carefully, her eyes filled with understanding. "It sounds like there's more to this than just Carlos's decision. Maybe he's protecting you in some way. Or maybe the project is more complicated than you realize." I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Vesta paused, choosing her words carefully. "This project... I've heard things. It's not the kind of thing that most people would volunteer for without some serious thought. It's... morally challenging."

I felt a chill run down my spine. I had suspected something like this, but hearing Vesta confirm it made the weight of my decision feel even heavier. "Morally challenging how?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted the answer. Vesta didn't respond directly. Instead, she leaned forward and said, "You need to be careful, Doris. This isn't just a regular experiment. Whatever Carlos and his team are working on-it has risks, and it's not just physical. It's something that will test you in ways you might not be prepared for."

I sat there, processing her words. Vesta wasn't the type to scare me unnecessarily, but her warning made me pause. "I have to do this," I said quietly. "I can't just walk away."

She studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly. "If you're sure, then I'll help you. But you need to promise me you'll be careful."

I nodded, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and resolve. "I will."

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Vesta stood and moved to her cabinets, pulling out a set of tools. "There's a way to get you in," she said quietly. "But it's going to require a little intervention."

as she set the tools on the table. "What

not invasive, but it's necessary for the project." I swallowed hard, realizing how far I was about to

her touch gentle but firm. "For the next two weeks, you need to take it easy,"

words sinking in. I wasn't sure what lay ahead, but I knew

and details of the project which I

I had faith that only by undergoing the process would I uncover the answers to some lingering questions. I knew that the journey

stared out the window of my apartment, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. Half a month had passed since I volunteered for the experiment, and every day since then had felt like an endless

could they not? It wasn't exactly a secret, though I hadn't made it public either. Most of them admired my courage. I could see it in the

just crazier.

even sweeter about it. They didn't understand the details, but they knew I was

crayon drawings and little handmade cards with well wishes, their eyes full of concern and affection. I didn't have the heart to tell

without the results felt like a lifetime, and every gesture of support reminded me how fragile everything

I tried not to dwe on it, but the

right. The streets were quieter than usual, but I didn't think much

that I noticed the headlights, blinding and far too close. My breath caught in my throat. The car was speeding straight toward me, and in that split second, I knew it wasn't an accident. This was deliberate. I threw myself to the side,

her eyes wild, her lips