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Chapter 100: The Result Window

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(Keyla / Draxler / Marcus POV)

*POV: Keyla*

The lab email arrived at eleven-fourteen with the subject line *Collection Receipt — Case Reference 2024-CS-0047* and a single paragraph confirming both samples in custody, both sealed and intact, result window seventy-two hours from receipt.

Seventy-two hours. Long enough for a child to forget about the swab. Long enough for every adult around him to remember it every hour.

I read the email twice before letting the laptop fall shut against the duvet.
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