A tall woman in a black suit stepped into the room, surrounded by armed federal agents.
No one spoke.
Not even Dr. Harris.
The woman looked directly at Emily and smiled.
“Mrs. Carter… we’ve been searching for you since the day you were born.”
Emily stared in disbelief.
“What are you talking about? I’m just waiting for my husband.”
The agent slowly placed a classified file on the bed.
Inside was a decades-old photograph.
A newborn baby.
The same birthmark Emily had on her shoulder.
“Your parents didn’t abandon you,” the woman said softly.
“They hid you.”
Emily’s heart pounded.
“From who?”
The room fell completely silent.
The agent answered with one sentence.
“From the people your husband has been working for.”
At that exact moment, Mark burst through the emergency room doors.
He froze when he saw the agents.
One of them immediately raised a hand.
“Don’t let him get any closer.”
Emily looked from Mark to the classified file, tears filling her eyes.
Then she whispered…
“Who are you really?”
