The evidence became impossible to bury.
Yet the greatest battle remained.
What would happen to the treatment hidden inside my blood?
Governments wanted it.
Corporations wanted it.
Scientists argued that it could change medicine forever.
For weeks, I lived in a protected residence with Wyatt and Melanie while lawyers fought over my body as though I were property.
Wyatt gave me space.
He did not ask for forgiveness.
He did not touch me unless I reached for him first.
One evening, I found him sitting alone on the porch.
“You should hate me,” he said.
“I tried.”
“Did it work?”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“I would take back every lie if I could.”
“You cannot.”
“I know.”
