Failure classifications.
And halfway down the page, a sentence that made his knees feel weak.
**Critical oxygen-delivery fault
reproduced during controlled testing forty-eight hours before patient incident.**
Ethan read it again.
Then again.
His eyes filled.
“They knew.”
Victoria said nothing.
“They knew before Rachel was transported.”
“Yes.”
“And they used it anyway.”
Victoria’s voice broke slightly.
“Yes.”
Ethan looked up.
“You knew?”
“No.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
“You shouldn’t. Not yet.”
He stared at her.
Victoria took a breath.
“That’s why I came.”
“To clear your conscience?”
“No.”
“To buy mine?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
Victoria looked toward his house.
Through the window, Mia was visible at the kitchen table, drawing.
Then Victoria looked back at Ethan.
