Charlotte let out a soft hum, already mapping out her next move in her mind.
“Will the baby be affected?”
“We don’t know for sure yet,” Dr. David said quietly, his brow creased with worry. “But now that we have the antidote, even if the mutation gets passed on, we can deal with it later. The kid’s just too young for any medication right now.”
Charlotte pressed her lips together and rubbed her tired eyes. Both she and her mother had been told they couldn’t take the antidote until they were well into their teens. She didn’t want her daughter to go through the same thing.
Dr. David didn’t have any better answers.
…
When Charlotte left the institute, she made sure to take the antidote with her.
Back at home, she poured a glass of warm water, dropped the antidote in, and carried it over.
“Drink this.”
No explanations, no extra words, just blunt and straightforward. Anthony saw right through her, easily guessing what was in the glass.
He watched her with a serious, almost stormy look in his eyes.
“Lottie…”
“I know what you’re thinking.” Charlotte didn’t move, just kept holding out the glass. She pressed her lips together, trying to hide what she was feeling. “You want to live and die with me.”
So why was she giving him the antidote? She knew he wouldn’t want to take it.
“Don’t tell me I’m not in any danger right now. Even if something did happen, what’s so wrong with you taking the antidote? How does that mess with your need to die with me?” Charlotte’s voice was cool and steady, not revealing much.
Anthony studied her, his brow furrowed. “Lottie…”

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