The officer didn’t take his eyes off me.
—That’s precisely why it’s urgent—he replied—, because if someone had access to that compound and it ended up in a dinner party for three people, we need to know how it happened.
I felt my throat close up as I looked back at Leo.
His chest continued to move with difficulty under the oxygen mask, and each breath seemed like a silent struggle against something invisible.
“Will he recover?” I asked Marcus in a low voice.
Marcus looked at the monitor, then at the lab results on the tablet screen, and finally looked back at Leo with an expression that made my blood run cold.
—We are doing everything possible.
That phrase was the worst answer a doctor could give.
It meant that no one was safe.
I squeezed my son’s small hand tighter as I felt the fear slowly begin to transform into something darker.
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