Melanie looked sick.
“They watched us?”
“For years.”
A federal prosecutor named Rachel Sloan joined us by video.
“Virex believed Harold’s treatment had long-term genetic consequences,” she explained.
“What consequences?”
“We don’t know yet. But they tracked both of you because they suspected the effects could be inherited.”
I looked at Wyatt.
We had talked about children.
A house.
A future.
Now fear entered every dream at once.
“Could my children be harmed?”
“We cannot answer that without testing.”
Melanie whispered, “Do they know where we are?”
Before anyone responded, every light in the hospital went dark.
An alarm began to scream.
Wyatt pulled me behind the bed.
Beckett drew his weapon.
Emergency power flickered on.
