The following evening, I decided I needed answers before drinking anything else Daniel prepared. When he stepped into the hallway to answer a telephone call, I carefully poured a small sample of my bedtime drink into a clean container.
The next morning, after he left for work, I took the sample to an independent laboratory. A technician explained that identifying an unfamiliar substance might require specialized testing.
Two days later, I received a call asking me to meet with Dr. Samuel Reeves in person. His serious tone made me increasingly anxious.
When I arrived, Dr. Reeves closed his office door and examined the laboratory report.
“Mrs. Bennett, does your husband know you’re here?”
“No. Why?”
He leaned forward, choosing his words carefully.
“Your drink contains an unfamiliar medical compound associated with an experimental research program. I strongly recommend an independent medical examination before you continue consuming it.”
I stared at him, struggling to understand.
