Desi sat in the silence of the lab, her focus sharp. The task at hand required precision; one wrong move could render weeks of work useless.
She exhaled slowly, steadying her hands as she carefully injected the last chemical into the solution. A soft hiss escaped the vial, and the mixture turned a pale blue, just as expected. Desi allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Almost there, she thought.
The lab door creaked open, breaking her concentration. She glanced up, frowning as Diego sauntered in, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets. His smug grin was already plastered on his face, and Desi felt her stomach twist with dread.
“Well, well,” Diego drawled, leaning casually against the counter. “Look who’s still playing doctor. How’s it going, Desi? Figured out how to save the kid y
