Chapter 4

The Boston Medical Research Institute bustled with activity, the sterile white hallways alive with the quiet intensity of scientists at work. I clutched my bag tightly as I made my way to the office of Dr. Anya Sharma, the head of the research department. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in my stomach.

The door opened before I could knock, and a woman with dark hair and kind eyes smiled warmly at me. "Chloe Matthews, I presume?" she said, extending a hand.

"Yes," I replied, shaking it. "It's a pleasure to meet you,…