I remembered Daniel assuring me that it was just routine
documents.
"His company is on the list of funding entities," Dr. Reeves explained.
I felt like everything was out of my mind.
My husband was not limited to organizing medical examinations.
He was linked to a research program that I never knowingly consented to.
That's when Dr. Reeves' phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
His expression changed.
He's your husband.
How does he know I'm here?
- I don't know.
He let the connection stop, then pulled a sealed envelope out of the cupboard.
“Someone provided this with instructions yesterday to tell you if the results indicate a link to this research program. My name was on the envelope.
There was an old photograph inside.
The hospital room.
A narrow bed.
There's a young man standing next to it.
And there's a gray-haired woman on the bed who's strikingly like me.
