Rue’s POV

I stood near the kitchen counter, staring down at the scattered documents I had been reviewing for the past hour. Drug authorization reports and distribution forms. Everything connected to the medication batch I had quietly released weeks ago.

At the time, the decision had been calculated but urgent. So I had pushed it forward. Now the CDC neutral zone wanted clarification which meant I had to go.

I exhaled slowly and rubbed my temple, feeling the faint tension building behind my ...