(Ethan's POV)
The testing center smells like disinfectant and desperation.
I stand in the sterile hallway, arms crossed, watching through the glass window as a technician swabs the inside of Emma's cheek. The little girl squirms, whining about the uncomfortable procedure, while Giselle tries to soothe her with empty promises of ice cream.
I feel nothing watching them. Only cold indifference.
Still here I am. Wasting my evening at a testing center instead of helping Sabrina move into her house like I promised.
The technician emerges, holding two sealed vials. "We're all done here, Mr. Hale. The results will be ready in seven to ten business days."
"That's not acceptable." I fix him with the stare that makes board members squirm. "I want the results by the end of this week. Friday at t
