“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

bags, and dispatched to the genetics floor with a directive that demanded immediate, overnight processing. I had authorized a blank check for priority expedition.

The night dragged with agonizing slowness. Lena drifted in and out of chemically induced slumbers. I maintained a silent vigil in the corner armchair, guarding her breathing, mourning the continue reading …