Chapter 9: Two Bottles

Samantha's POV

My father's boat shed smelled of cedar shavings and cold iron.

I had a lantern lit on the workbench and two pill bottles standing next to it in the light.

One was the half-empty bottle from August that had lived in my bag for weeks.

The other was the fresh one Brynn had put in my hand on Thursday.

Joanna had taken a few tablets from each, and from my new Letrozole bottle too.

She had wrapped all three lots in tissue and driven them to a friend in the hospital pharmacy lab.

"It takes a day," she had said. "Maybe two. Do not do anything stupid until I call."

I had been sitting in the dark shed for an hour doing nothing stupid at all.

The door scraped open.

Finnegan stood in the doorway, out of breath, in a coat he'd put on over his sweater.

"You said now," he said. "I ran."

"You ran?"

"It's four blocks." He shut the door behind him. "What happened?"

"First tell me why you look like that," I said.

"Tobias came to the inn tonight."

"What did he want?"

"To give the foundation a hundred thousand dollars to cancel the lot."

"He offered you a bribe."

"I recorded it." He said it with great calm. "He also told me you aren't well. Hormones, treatments. He said you aren't thinking clearly."

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