When I woke, I was in an isolation ward inside Section 9.
The ceiling was very white, and the air carried the sharp smell of disinfectant. Caleb sat by the window. Seeing my eyes open, he closed the file in his lap. "Your sister has been transferred to the Secure Ward. The wound from her finger has been treated. She's stable for now."
I tried to speak. My throat felt scraped raw. "Thank you."
He poured a cup of warm water and handed it to me. "Tristan is being questioned."
I lowered my eyes. The name landed in my ears without stirring even a ripple.
Caleb said nothing more, but I knew what Tristan was about to see. He would see that on the night of the engagement party, Liana had paid off the waiters in advance to slip drugs into the glasses meant for me and my sister's fiancé. He wou
