The Unborn Page #2

I didn't see anything in the mirror.

What did you see, huh?

Mrs Byrne, what's going on?

It's the baby. She wasn't breathing.

No, please, don't take her!

She can't be dead!

I'm very sorry, ma'am.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry!

Well, we've gotten your lab results back.

And everything looks fine.

But there was one oddity.

Are you a twin by any chance, Miss Beldon?

No, I'm an only child.

Are you familiar with the term

"genetic mosaicism"?

Occasionally,

when you're dealing with twins...

...the placentas can become fused.

...and a certain amount of blood

will be exchanged back and forth.

I suppose the emerging pigmentation

in your affected iris could be the result.

...of that foreign genetic strand.

Now I don't think it's anything

you need to worry about.

But you may wanna see a genetic counsellor,

just to be on the safe side.

Excuse me.

Case, what's up?

I just got back from the eye doctor,

and I got my test results back.

And?

Am I a twin, Dad?

Yes.

- Oh, my God.

- You had...

You would have had a brother.

Sweetheart, he died

while you were still in utero.

How?

- Case, it's a long time ago...

- Dad, I need to know.

It was a freak thing.

One of the umbilical cords

got twisted around his throat.

My cord?

So, my brother died?

Is that why Mom killed herself?

Your mother was clinically depressed.

Period.

The hard truth is that

some people come into this world.

...less equipped for life than others.

Like my brother?

He was never your brother, Case.

It was way too early

in the pregnancy for that.

- Did he have a name?

- Neither of you did yet.

We had nicknames for you, though.

What was his nickname?

Jumby.

I can't believe I let you

talk me into coming down here.

Look, my mom obviously thought

this woman was important.

I mean, why would she have kept

that article? And this creepy photo?

- The kid from your dreams.

- Yes.

Okay.

You know, Case, if this was me,

I would just take one of my mom's Xanax...

...and I would just call it a day.

Okay, so just wait in the car.

No, no. This is way too bizarro

for me to miss out on.

Excuse me.

We're here to see Sofi Kozma.

We called earlier.

Yeah, if you could please sign in.

She is on the third floor, room 307.

Let's go.

God, it smells like diarrhoea in there.

Look at the munchkin lady.

That guy's wearing a diaper.

God, I never want to get old.

No one does. Mr Walker suffered a stroke.

Now he's paralysed from the waist down.

But he doesn't suffer much any more.

His mind is elsewhere.

It's very homey here.

It's tolerable.

I've certainly endured worse.

What was over there?

Oh!

There used to be a mirror there.

I had it removed.

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