POV: Hailey Wilson

I didn’t sleep. I stayed in the basement lab for hours, staring at the girl in the tank—at Nancy—until the hum of the machines felt like it was vibrating inside my own skull. By the time I crept back upstairs and changed into a fresh suit for work, I felt like a ghost haunting my own life.

I was sitting in my office, staring blankly at a fabric swatch, when the door opened without a knock.

David walked in. He looked perfect, as always. Not a hair out of place, his suit sharp enough to cut glass. He held a small bag from an expensive bakery and...