I watched the automatic garage door slide down behind Daniel’s car as he drove away toward his office in the city.

My cell phone buzzed against the passenger seat cushion, showing an unlisted clinic landline on the screen.

“Margaret Vance speaking,” I said.

“Mrs.

Vance, this is Doctor Aris calling from the private testing laboratory,” he said.

He cleared his throat twice before speaking again.

“I need you to come back to the clinic right away.”

“Are the lab results ready for the liquid sample I brought in yesterday?” I asked.