C62 What's next?

JACK

I blinked, my mind struggling to process Sebastian's words. “Wait… what are you saying?”

My voice came out weaker than I expected, almost as if I didn’t want to hear the answer.

Sebastian's eyes softened as he leaned forward.

“Jack, you weren’t really sick... you never had Asteron Syndrome. Your parents... they made you sick.”

I shook my head, my pulse racing. “No. No