I had been nursed toward my death by hands I had kissed in gratitude, and the horror of it was so total that it came out not as tears but as a cold, clear, almost peaceful resolve.

I was not going to die in a hospital bed with a tidy diagnosis.

I was going to live, and I was going to make sure the truth outlived her lie.

Chapter 7 — The Receipt

Thandeka told me two things: collect a sample, and record whatever happened next.

That afternoon I put a small hidden camera inside a kitchen outlet.