Chapter 1
Vincent's POV
These experiments have been going on for a few months. Dr. Chandler is keeping a close eye on all of us. She has been very concerned after what happened to Lafferty.
Even in the midst of the stress of what's happened, there has been some good. Alex somehow found a way to come see me. How she got over here or on the base, I have absolutely no idea. She claims she pulled some strings. Who knows. All I know is I was so happy to see her. We went through a rough time. She says she came to reconcile. I was just happy to see her.
We've seen more and more of the side effects of the injections. Everyone here is on edge. I can only hope this whole thing doesn't complete fall off the rails.
Alex's POV
I can't believe it…
I look down at the small test in my hand. I still can't believe what I'm looking at. Two small pink lines have appeared telling me…
I'm pregnant…
As soon as I can stand to my feet, I run and grab a piece of paper and a pen. I write a letter to my fiancé telling him about the baby. I'm so excited I can barely contain it.
As I'm writing, I hear a knock at my door. Confused, I walk over to the door and open it to reveal an army messenger.
"Ms. Salter?" He asks.
"Yes, sir," I tell him.
He doesn't say anything for a moment. He purses his lips as if he is in pain and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes, he looks directly at me with a sympathetic look.
"I'm sorry," he starts.
No. No. No. It can't be. No. It's something else. It can't be this.
"Mr. Keller was killed in action," he tells me as he hands me an envelope.
"I'm sorry, miss," he says as I close the door.
The door closes, and I sink to my knees. I feel my heart contract. It's feels as if it's being squeezed with a force I've never felt. I can't breathe.
He's gone. No. He's gone…
9 months later…
When I look into her face, I see him. Leslie resembles Vincent. I see nearly none of myself when I look at her. It's almost all him.
I feel awful in a way, but I just can't do it. I can't handle this without him, and she reminds me too much of him. Two weeks ago, I talk to an adoption agency. They don't have a home for her yet, but they believe they will have a family soon.
I gently hand her to the woman that has come from the adoption agency. I feel guilty, but also have a hope that she will have a better chance with a family that isn't as broken.