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Dr. Gregory D. Eastmanwas a man who had planned everything from the moment he had graduated from Boethe High School four early fifty-one years ago. But this?Thiswas the greatest achievement of his life.
The greatest gift he would leave to mankind.
He would go down in history for what he was doing now.
It would probably be his final experiment. Of that, he was not ignorant. He had retired from practicing medicine at sixty-three—two years earlier—but he still sat on the board at Finley Creek General Hospital, one of the finest teaching hospitals in the country.
He would hold a position there as long as he was competent. He hadearnedit long ago.
He had a plan, after all. Being at FCGH was a part of thatplan.
He also had children dependent on him to see them to adulthood. They were his greatest project of his lifetime.
He had two other children—two young sons out there that he could not find. The loss of those sons was his second greatest sorrow.
The loss of their mother Denita was hisgreatestsorrow. As it always would be. He longed for her. To hold her just one more time.
But that wound would be healed through Denita’s daughters. They were out there, and many of them were grown now. He had waited years, patiently. Watching them. Studying their progress. Documenting everything.
Except for those children stolen from him by Denita’s younger sister.
Bonita.
Bonita was taunting him.
Bonita,who was in the PICU ward at FCGH even now. He could go there, on some pretense or another, and watch her again tonight. He did that often.
It was alwaysBonitathat had caused Denita so much pain.
His sweet, darling Denita had lived a life full of hurt. And died violently so many years ago. He should have been with her.
Everyone had regrets. Even Gregory.
He had built a reputation as the best medical professor in women’s health and reproductive sciences in Texas. In the country.Hisname would be remembered now. That was already a reality.
He wanted Denita’s to be remembered, as well. More than anything—she had feared being invisible. Dying alone and forgotten. Just one of many.
She’d wanted alegacy. Like the one that had been stolen from her.
Gregory wanted to make Denita’s name one that all would remember. Somehow. Losing her children had destroyed her. They’d been carelessly ripped from her arms, and just gone.
Until none were left.
But now…
Hehad createdlifefor her. Many, many times.
So that she could live on through them.
He wanted to gift the world one more of her children. But he had failed yet again. Gregory wept at the agony the grief brought.
Again.
Like he had so many times before.
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