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Book 2: Chapter 13: Amelia's Oldest Fear

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(Amelia's POV)

Ethan told me about the call the moment he hung up, phone still warm in his hand, his face doing the particular thing it did when he was trying to deliver bad news without dressing it up as anything other than what it was.

"Someone told the lab to handle my test with discretion," he said. "Before my sample even arrived."

"Discretion."

"That's the word she used."

I sat with it for a moment, feeling the familiar cold settle back into my chest, the one that had barely had time to th
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