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Brandon The two of them bickering like the old married couple that they were was a welcome distraction from my thoughts about Salma and Leona. I watched as they continued to exchange words almost like children. It was silly in a way, but I could feel that they cared deeply about each other.“You two clearly love each other,” I said, “I want to have what you two have.” Allison stared at me for a long time before throwing her head back in laughter, “Be careful what you wish for.” Breakfast was over quickly and I was grateful to leave behind the tension between the two of them. While I found it strange that McCoy was lying to his wife, I did not think that he was cheating. I knew more than anyone that he revered his wife, but what did I know about marriage? Elaine. Her name crossed my mind abruptly. I had absolutely forgotten about her since arriving in Texas. I pulled out my phone and placed a call to her for the sake of our child growing in her at that moment. She answered on the

Brandon I settled things with Earl quickly. It was unfortunate, but I could not grant him his request to see the plans for Angel 564. I was ready to deal with potential corporate espionage with a page from Leona-S still missing from my office. I had no idea what the person who had stolen it planned to do with it. I also knew that Earl Jonathan was a genius himself who boasted of having a photographic memory. Therefore, I could not risk any leaks happening. We settled on creating a prototype of the life-sized machine. And I hoped that he would live long enough to see it. As I stepped outside my office, determined to find something fun to do to occupy my time, I saw Madison and Terri step into Rose's office. “You're really here,” Madison sounded a bit surprised. “I told you he can't stay away,” Rose teased me, “now you two have to pay up.” “You took a bet on this?” I asked them. The three women giggled and said yes. “Well,” I said, “I'm going out.” “I don't think so,” Madison s

Salma“I have the results from the most recent blood work panel we ran on Leona,” Dr. William said carefully, his tone already preparing me for something bad. “And I’m afraid the results are not encouraging.”His words made my heart thump wildly. Leona was supposed to be getting better and not getting worse. “But she’s doing chemotherapy,” I said quickly, almost defensively, as if reminding him would somehow change the result on his tablet. He looked conflicted for a moment before proceeding to speak. “Yes, she is,” he said. “But the blood tests we repeated this morning show that her body is not responding to the chemotherapy the way we hoped it would. The leukemia cells in her blood and bone marrow are still present at very high levels.”A sob escaped my mouth before I could stop it. My grandmother wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me against her for comfort. But nothing could bring me comfort at this moment. My daughter was sick, and the treatment that was meant to r

Brandon I was not having a good week. I was dealing with the possibility of Salma taking Leona out of my life forever. And I was dealing with corporate espionage at the same time. If the page from Leona-S was missing and investors found out, it might cause issues all over again, and I did not want that. It would also drop the market value of my product. I could not have that. So I called a mentor who had helped me turn away from medicine a few years ago into medical technology. Mr. McCoy. He was waiting for me in front of Baylor Hospital. “Mr. McCoy?” I hollered at him as I approached the entrance of the hospital. He saw me and waved. “Settled with your wife yet?” I asked him. He shook his head, “I'm doing everything I can.” “Is that why you asked to meet here?” I asked him. It was an odd location to meet up. I had suggested talking at a park or a restaurant, but he had insisted we meet at the hospital. “Yes,” he said, “I needed witnesses to let her know I was with Brandon

Brandon“Of course I'll get tested,” I said. There was no arguing about this. I would do anything to save Leona's life. Salma hiccuped, “Thank you.” “Where is she?” I asked her. She responded with a hiccup. “I'll get her some water,” Allison offered, standing up. I could sense that Allison had a thousand questions, but this was not the time for questions. She returned with a bottle of water, and after chugging some down, the hiccups relented. “She's at Medical City Children's Hospital,” Salma said, “I came to ask Allison to take a look at Leona. If… we can't find a match so the doctors are talking about managing her symptoms and she's getting worse…” her voice trailed off into a sob. “I'll take a look,” Allison said, then she turned to me, “And Brandon needs to be tested because he is… is a…” “He's…” I saw Salma shut her eyes, “he's her father.” I finally heard the words I had wanted Salma to admit to me for a while now. But hearing her say them did not make me feel better at