Chapter 6: The Truth Unraveling
I watched as Dr. Lee opened his kit and set a handkerchief on Rachel’s wrist. My jaw was tight, watching his every move. The White House was full of secrets, but tonight, I wanted the truth.
“You must examine her carefully.”
My voice was low and firm. Dr. Lee nodded, professional and unreadable.
He checked Rachel’s pulse, murmuring quiet reassurances, the soft whir of medical equipment blending with my own rough breathing. The silence stretched, thick with suspense.
At last, Dr. Lee withdrew his hand. “Three years ago, cold entered her body and damaged her health. Although it’s much better after years of treatment, she is still troubled and depressed. Over time, this will harm both her and the baby.”
His words were clinical but clear: Rachel was sick, but the overlays had exaggerated. Guilt and relief battled in my chest. Maybe the overlays were wrong after all. I almost let myself believe it.
I relaxed a little, ready to reassure Rachel, when the overlays exploded back—
The overlays were back—louder than ever. This time, I knew: whatever happened next, I wasn’t in control anymore.