DANIEL
I let myself into Ava’s apartment, the slim manila folder tucked under my arm like a live grenade. The place smelled faintly of citrus and herbal tea, the late-afternoon light slanting across the hardwood in long golden blades. Ava was already on the couch, legs elevated exactly as the doctors ordered, but her eyes sharpened the second she saw my face.
“You’re not going to believe what I just found,” I said, voice low and tight as I closed the door behind me. I crossed the room in three strides and dropped the folder onto the coffee table between us. “I didn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t. After that call with Sienna and Julian, something kept gnawing at me. If it wasn’t him and it wasn’t her who doubled the doses, then who the hell had access and why?”
Ava sat up straighter, winci
