Chloe's POV
I was half-turned to leave when Lorenzo's rich, melodic voice drifted from behind me. He still sounded like he was enjoying some private joke. "I know."
"You know?"
I looked back at him.
The whole hallway froze.
I glanced around—Lance's jaw was hanging open, Fabian was busy adjusting his glasses, and even Digby was white-knuckling his patient files.
I guess nobody expected a man to hear his own expiration date and take it that well.
Lorenzo's eyes locked onto mine. "Is that why you picked me to volunteer? You saw the problem?"
I didn't see a reason to lie. I nodded. "Your issue isn't on the surface. It looks hereditary, but it's deeper, more complex. It's actually the first time I've seen a case quite like yours. I wanted a closer look before I committed to a treatment
