"This is it," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the page. My heart pounded as I stared at the illustration—a black-robed priest holding a staff adorned with strange symbols. A chill ran down my spine. "Ronan, this is what I saw."
Ronan leaned closer, his warmth pressing against my shoulder as he studied the image. "Are you certain?"
I nodded, my finger tracing the intricate depiction. The priest wore a dark robe with a hood that obscured most of his face, but I could make out a thin, cruel mouth. Around his neck hung an amulet—a black stone surrounded by what looked like twisted thorns. The staff in his hand was topped with the same symbol.
"This is him—the man I saw in my memories. He was there, at the clinic. He's the one who switched the sperm samples." My voice trembled as fragments of suppressed memories surfaced. "These symbols on his staff, the way he stands... I'd forgotten until now, but seeing this—it's definitely him."
