My eyes scanned the words at the top. Medical terminology. Reference numbers. My name. Evan’s name.
And then the results.
I read them once. My brain didn’t process what I was seeing. I read them again. The words were the same, but they still didn’t make sense. I read them a third time, and the paper started shaking in my hands.
No. No, no, no.
This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be right.
There had to be a mistake. A typo. A mix-up at the lab. Something. Anything.
“What does it say?” Evan demanded.
His voice cut through the fog in my brain.
“Read it out loud. I want to hear you say it.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat had closed up. My lungs had stopped working. The room was tilting sideways, and I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling over.
“Marina,” Jeff said, and his voice sounded like it was coming from underwater, far away, muffled. “What does it say?”
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