Three months passed before California found its way back into my life.<\/p>\n
By then, the dance company in Phoenix had become more than an audition opportunity. I had joined the rehearsal schedule, learned everyone's habits, and discovered that dancers could become friends without turning friendship into a competition.<\/p>\n
The first weeks had been difficult. My body remembered movements my confidence had forgotten. I would finish rehearsals with shaking legs and sit against the studio wall while everyone else packed their bags.<\/p>\n
Nobody mocked me.<\/p>\n
Nobody kept score.<\/p>\n
Nobody waited for me to fail.<\/p>\n
That simple fact still surprised me.<\/p>\n
On a Tuesday afternoon, I was stretching near the mirrored wall when my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
The number was unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Then the message appeared.<\/p>\n
I have something that belongs to you. It concerns Brendan.<\/p>\n
My muscles went still.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
The sender identified himself as Daniel Reyes, an attorney in San Diego.<\/p>\n
He said he represented a former employee of Brendan's father's company.<\/p>\n
He wanted to meet me regarding documents connected to the revenge archive.<\/p>\n
I immediately assumed it was another attempt to drag me back into something I had already left behind.<\/p>\n
I replied that I wasn't interested.<\/p>\n
His response came less than a minute later.<\/p>\n
I understand. But there is information concerning the blood donation incident that was never included in the archive you saw.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
My first instinct was anger.<\/p>\n
My second was fear.<\/p>\n
My third was curiosity.<\/p>\n
That last one bothered me most.<\/p>\n
I had promised myself I wouldn't go searching for explanations after I had already learned enough to leave.<\/p>\n
But the sentence kept returning.<\/p>\n
Information concerning the blood donation incident.<\/p>\n
I asked what he meant.<\/p>\n
He answered with one line.<\/p>\n
Your blood was not discarded because it was unusable.<\/p>\n
I felt cold despite the Arizona heat.<\/p>\n
That evening, I called my mother.<\/p>\n
She listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
When I finished, she asked, \u201cDo you want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat usually means yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want Brendan back in my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinding out the truth isn't the same as letting him back in.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I agreed to meet Daniel.<\/p>\n
We chose a coffee shop near the studio.<\/p>\n
He arrived carrying a thin brown folder.<\/p>\n
He was in his forties, dressed simply, with the restrained manner of someone accustomed to delivering unpleasant information without dramatizing it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for meeting me,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I sat across from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said something about my blood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He placed the folder on the table but didn't open it.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore I explain, I need you to understand that I represent someone who was employed by the clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would a clinic employee contact you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe became uncomfortable with what happened that night.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA laboratory technician.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe noticed that your donation was entered into the system differently from a normal emergency donation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour blood was processed and transferred.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Brendan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo another facility.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what we're trying to determine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the folder.<\/p>\n
Inside was a copy of a laboratory transfer record.<\/p>\n
My name was printed at the top.<\/p>\n
The date was the night I donated.<\/p>\n
The destination was a private research facility affiliated with a medical company.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does this have to do with Brendan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the document again.<\/p>\n
My blood had been collected under false pretenses.<\/p>\n
That much was clear.<\/p>\n
But the transfer suggested something larger than a cruel prank.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Brendan arrange this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't have proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why bring it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone used his name when arranging the emergency procedure.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel turned another page.<\/p>\n
There was an email.<\/p>\n
The sender's address belonged to an administrative account at the clinic.<\/p>\n
The message instructed staff to prepare for an emergency donation from me.<\/p>\n
It contained a reference number.<\/p>\n
That same reference number appeared in a separate corporate document.<\/p>\n
I recognized the company name.<\/p>\n
Brendan's father's medical investment group.<\/p>\n
I sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Brendan know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the documents.<\/p>\n
For months, I had believed the hospital incident was simply another cruel game.<\/p>\n
Now I wasn't sure.<\/p>\n
Daniel closed the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a medical study being conducted through a company partially owned by Brendan's father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my pulse quicken.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would they need my blood?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat remains unclear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas I enrolled?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I consent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why wasn't this reported?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression became uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is why we're investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat in silence.<\/p>\n
The room around us continued as normal.<\/p>\n
Coffee machines hissed.<\/p>\n
People laughed at nearby tables.<\/p>\n
A delivery truck stopped outside.<\/p>\n
My life had already changed once because of Brendan.<\/p>\n
Now, somehow, his family had found a way to reach into it again.<\/p>\n
Daniel slid a business card toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't expect you to do anything today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if I refuse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we investigate.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the card.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm not doing this for Brendan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm doing it because someone took my blood without my informed consent.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat distinction matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left the caf\u00e9 carrying copies of the documents.<\/p>\n
For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate.<\/p>\n
At rehearsal, I missed a turn twice.<\/p>\n
My instructor stopped the music.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't apologize. Tell me whether you need ten minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Outside, I sat on the curb.<\/p>\n
I looked at the transfer record again.<\/p>\n
There was one detail I hadn't noticed before.<\/p>\n
The receiving facility was in Phoenix.<\/p>\n
Less than twenty miles from where I lived.<\/p>\n
I called Daniel immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the facility was affiliated with the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's here.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe wanted you to see the document yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the skyline.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it still operating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did it close?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo weeks after your donation.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to public records, the company dissolved the research division.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, I barely slept.<\/p>\n
At three in the morning, I opened my laptop.<\/p>\n
I searched the company's name.<\/p>\n
Most of the results were old.<\/p>\n
Press releases.<\/p>\n
Business registrations.<\/p>\n
A few articles about medical research partnerships.<\/p>\n
Then I found something else.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
A charity gala from two years earlier.<\/p>\n
Brendan stood beside his father.<\/p>\n
And behind them was a woman I recognized.<\/p>\n
The laboratory technician.<\/p>\n
I stared at her face.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed who stood beside her.<\/p>\n
Liam.<\/p>\n
Brendan's cousin.<\/p>\n
The same man who had kept the master revenge record.<\/p>\n
I felt the old anger return.<\/p>\n
Not because I was afraid.<\/p>\n
Because I realized the archive might not have contained the whole story.<\/p>\n
And if that was true, then revenge ninety-six hadn't been the ending.<\/p>\n
It had only been the part Brendan wanted me to see.<\/p>\n
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