ALICE
I went through everything twice, then a third time, slower, as if patience alone might reveal what speed had missed.
Trial records, safety logs, production reports, adverse reaction databases, all of it aligned the way it always had. Clean, consistent, verified by internal teams and external regulators alike.
There was no spike in complications, no hidden anomaly buried in the numbers, no quiet warning I had ignored. The data refused to support the accusations being hurled at my name.
That should have reassured me. But instead, it unsettled me more.
If the evidence said the cardiac regeneration serum was safe, then the problem lived somewhere else, and that meant it was moving beyond my reach even as I searched for it.
I shut down my computer and headed for the lab, just to c
