Prescription for Secrecy

Felix let his eyes skim over the text Sloane had just sent, the blue glow of the phone briefly lighting the planes of his face. He slipped the device back into his coat, met Killian's expectant gaze, and asked, "What exactly is the problem?"

Killian leaned forward, voice low but taut. "Suppose it's something hereditary," he said. "Something my family could pass down to our children—what then?"

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