Naomi's POV

Two little girls.

Same eyes, Same face, Same smile.

The video kept replaying on my phone and each time it does it felt like my I'm being choked.

Behind them, the man in the lab coat spoke like a god unveiling his creation.

"You're not the mother, Naomi. You're the test."

I dropped the phone.

Raymond caught it before it hit the floor. He didn't say a word. Just stood there, eyes fixed on the screen, replaying the image we both couldn't process.

"What does that mean?" I ...