“Jessica…” My voice was low, calm, but demanding. My eyes pinned her like knives. “Can you explain yourself to me right now?”
She held my gaze without flinching. “Not here. You’ll have to follow me.”
Before I could argue, she was already moving. I followed. Soon, we were both inside a sleek black sedan. The engine purred to life, and the city lights of Gatecity blurred past the tinted windows as she sped through.
We stopped before a towering hospital. Inside, the sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air. Doctors in crisp coats and nurses moving hurriedly. Jessica walked toward the reception.
“We’re here to see Dr. Peter,” she said.
Within minutes, we were ushered into a quiet wing.
We found Dr. Peter in his office, a man in his late fifties with gray streaks in his hair.
“Jessica
