Chapter 13Oscar’s phone beeped, a text from Miguel. Mina’s doing better. She’s staying in Dr. Killington’s clinic.
The clinic? Oscar caught his breath.
They gave her the blood. He says she needs more.
“Oh, my God.” He wondered why. Stem cells multiplied indefinitely, or at least he’d heard they did, and assumed that was what they gave her. He found the whole thing so confusing.
The car slowed at the outskirts, marked by scattered lights, which multiplied toward the city center. The valley sparkled in the night.
Karen looked at him. “Beautiful, isn’t it? A hundred years ago, when you were here before, did you ever imagine this would happen?”
Karen hadn’t questioned his recent exclamation of Oh, my God. It occurred to him she took it as a comment on the view, not the text. They wanted
