VIVIENNE
“His legal team filed a motion to suppress the examiner’s findings.”
She said it at eight the next morning across Sera’s kitchen table with both hands around her coffee and the expression of someone who had not slept enough and had used the wakeful hours productively and was now delivering the results with the focused precision she brought to everything she considered urgent.
Sera looked up from the notebook she had been writing in since six. “On what grounds.”
“Medical privacy,” Vivienne said. “They are arguing the second condition, the neurological deterioration and its treatment, falls outside the scope of the examiner’s mandate because the mandate specified cardiac assessment and nothing beyond that.” She set her phone on the table. “They filed at eleven forty-seven last n
