I study the people in the crowd. Some of them have kids with them. Others are at least in their sixties, some even older. One woman with tear-streaked eyes holds up a sign that says “Pharmateka profits while our family members die.” Another man has a sign that says “Medicine should save lives, not end them!”
Adam presses a hand to the glass as he takes it all in. “I have to know what this is about, but I’m too terrified to look.”
“I’ll look,” I say, resting a hand on his knee.
“Thank you.” He takes my hand and holds it tightly, his eyes never leaving the sight of the people below us, even as they fade into the distance.
It doesn’t take me long to find out what is going on. It’s all over the news. And the truth is so much worse than I could have imagined.
“Pharmateka, they…” I try to k
