Chapter 12

Wyatt's eyes frantically scanned the specimen in front of him, piecing together the name and date in his mind. Each detail slowly formed a horrifying realization. He kept dialing Savannah's number, but all his calls went unanswered. All he could hear was the monotonous sound of a busy tone, each beep like a hammer striking his already tense nerves. Wyatt stared at the formalin-filled jar and the small body within. The fetus's face had started to take shape, and its limbs were intact. In a frenzy, he rushed to find the curator of the exhibit. "Who donated the five-month-old fetus? Who was it? Tell me!" His shouts echoed through the exhibit, filled with rage, shock, and an indescribable pain. It drew disapproving glances from those around him. The curator was seemingly prepared for this moment and responded calmly, "Are you Mr. Wyatt Greene? Ms. Cole left something for you." Wyatt took the envelope and opened it to find a donation agreement and a voice recorder. There was also a l