Kenneth handed me a single sheet. “This is the temporary filing summary. Don’t read it all right now unless you want to.”
I almost smiled. “You know me better than that.”
“I do,” he said.
I read it.
Not every word. Just enough.
My name. Connor’s name. The clinic network. Consent irregularities. Preservation of records. Genetic testing. Temporary restrictions.
Then another phrase caught my eye.
Potential third-party involvement.
I looked up.
“Kenneth.”
He knew what I had seen.
“We need to discuss that separately.”
Connor’s eyes darted toward the paper. “What third party?”
Kenneth did not answer.
Melinda, however, went still.
The baby shifted in her arms.
I noticed.
Doctors notice tiny changes.
A tightening jaw. A skipped breath. A flicker of fear.
“Melinda,” I said, “who else knew?”
