"Daniel, he seemed alright when I saw him," Aunt Gomez muttered, her voice laced with worry as she gazed out of the window.
Daniel leaned back in his chair, his expression growing impatient.
"Mum, I thought you said the damage would start from within. Why are you fretting so much now?"
"I know what I said," she snapped, turning sharply to face him. "But it’s been a month, Daniel. A month! Shouldn’t there be some sign by now?"
Daniel let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temples. "Then call the doctor who gave you the drugs. Maybe there’s a problem with the formula."
Her face tightened, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. "It wasn’t a doctor, Daniel," she admitted after a beat. "It was... an old friend."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "An old friend? Who? What kind of friend hands
