Chapter Eleven
BY THE TIME WE REACHED the lab, I’d given up on trying to plan my next course of action. I was too worn out, too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information swirling through my head. Too agitated from Pradip’s latest digs at my decisions.
I wanted to unload all of my frustrations with Hayley over a cup of hot lemon water. I wanted to consult with Berti so I could actually get some advice. I wanted to go home and pretend none of this was my responsibility.
Hayley and Pradip got busy putting their notes for the day in order, so I could go over all of it later, but I couldn’t focus on my own just yet. I stepped out to get a hot beverage from the kitchen area, find some time to just breathe...and Gabriela’s voice echoed down the hallway from behind me.
“Jordan,” she calle
