We have an artificial womb unit on standby at Bethesda if her body rejects the pregnancy.”
I placed my palm against the plexiglass window of the transport pod, feeling the faint, mechanical vibration of the ventilator keeping my girl alive.
“Bring them back,” I said.
The surgeon nodded once.The heavy door slid shut, the rotors pitched, and the bird lifted into the stormy sky, vanishing south into the clouds.
I stood on the helipad until the sound of the blades disappeared beneath the rumble of thunder.
Then I turned toward the stairwell.
At 10:15 PM, the wrought-iron gates of the Harrington estate slid open automatically as my truck approached.Arthur’s team had already overrode the home’s centralized smart security grid, looping the external camera feeds and blinding the gate sensors.
The mansion was built in Greek Revival style—massive limestone pillars, manicured boxwood hedges, and a three-tiered fountain lit by warm amber spotlights.It looked like an embassy.
