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Chapter 2 - THE CLINIC THAT CALLED TOO LATEThe clinic was called Vale Reproductive Medicine.

It had three locations in Connecticut.

Prestigious.

Expensive.

Discrete.

Exactly the kind of place wealthy families trusted.

Dr. Adrian Vale founded it nearly forty years earlier.

By the time Grant and I went there, he was mostly retired.

But he still appeared occasionally.

White hair.

Soft voice.

The kind of doctor who remembered spouses’ names.

He met us once.

Only once.

At least that was what I remembered.

The clinic attorney sat across from me with a compliance officer.

Grant came separately.

We were already communicating mostly through attorneys.

I refused to sit beside him.

The compliance officer explained.

A consumer DNA company had flagged an unusual cluster.

Twenty-three people.

Ages ranging from eleven to thirty-four.

All genetically related as paternal half-siblings.

Several traced conception to Vale Reproductive Medicine.

Different donor IDs.

Different years.

Different mothers.

Same biological father.

Dr. Adrian Vale.

My stomach turned.

“Maddie is one of them?”

“Preliminary data suggests so.”

Grant went pale.

“No.”

The attorney said:

“We need confirmatory testing.”

Grant stared.

“Vale used his own sperm?”

The compliance officer did not answer directly.

“We are investigating whether donor substitution occurred.”

That was lawyer language for something horrifying.

I asked:

“How many children?”

“We don’t know.”

Twenty-three identified.

Potentially more.

Maybe many more.

The clinic had already contacted regulators.

Archived records were being preserved.

Then the attorney said:

“There is something specific about Maddie’s file.”

I looked up.

“What?”

“Her donor number was changed.”

“When?”

“Two days before your procedure.”

Grant stared.

“By who?”

The system logged an administrator override under Adrian Vale’s legacy credentials.

But those credentials had supposedly been inactive for years.

I felt sick.

“So either he did it…”

“Or someone used his access.”

Exactly.

Then Grant asked:

“Why us?”

That was the right question.

Because Maddie’s case was not random.

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Someone had deliberately altered our donor.

And if Vale was truly her biological father, the reason might have started long before I ever entered that clinic.

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