Cassie inhaled deeply, bracing herself. She had just one good piece of news in her pocket, and she wanted to peel the bandage slowly.
"Let me hear the bad news first."
Nathaniel's tone on the phone was steady, clinical, but nothing about his words felt harsh.
"The cure will be ready in three months. It needs more testing before we can use it on Scarlet."
She had expected worse, months, maybe even a year of uncertainty. Three months, that was survivable.
"And the good news?" she asked, her voice already a touch lighter.
"I'm coming to Atherton next week," he said. "I was hoping you could accompany me to my lab in Washington D.C. I want you to witness the first animal testing."
Cassie swallowed. Veronica's call replayed in her mind, the launch of CasRoe Fitness Center
