The letter arrived on a Thursday.
She knew it was Evie before she opened it — the handwriting, the specific quality of someone who wrote the way she annotated, with complete attention at every word. Evie's letters had been getting longer since the program started. This one was four pages.
She read it at the kitchen table with her first coffee, Davan asleep in the room they'd arranged on Floor Five, Zevran at the Hold for a half-day session.
The first two pages were about the program. The third paper — the second-phase paper — had been submitted. Her supervisor had called it the most original student research she'd seen in eight years. Gael Ryn was first author again; Evie second. A pattern establishing itself.
She read about the patients Evie was seeing. The cases she was tracking. The
