Lucas's Perspective

My phone's notification buzzed lightly, yet it could have passed for a loud bang.

Results from the lab: Available for pickup.

I debated whether to open the follow-up email with the digital copy as I gazed at the message and kept my fingers hovering over the screen. Not quite yet, I thought to myself. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples as I let out a slow exhale. Under a fictitious name I had provided them, the lab envelope was waiting for me downtown, sitting in a sterile office. There was the answer I had been looking for, the answer I wasn't sure I was...