LIAM'S POV
The doctor stood before me, his face unreadable as he reached into his pocket. He hesitated, then handed me a small evidence bag. Inside was a tiny, empty vial that made my blood run cold.
"This was in her pocket," he explained, his voice dropping to a professional whisper. "It's a specialized anticoagulant—prevents blood from clotting. The cuts on her wrists were actually quite shallow. Without this, they would have stopped bleeding on their own within minutes."
I stared at the tiny vial in the evidence bag, my brain struggling to make sense of what the doctor was telling me.
"What are you saying?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "The cuts were superficial, Mr. White. With this anticoagulant, she ensur
