Chapter 3

I walked into the lab. The place was a wreck.

There was half-drunk milk on the sterile table, and even an open bag of chips next to the centrifuge.

I walked over to Sebastian's computer; it was still on.

I clicked on a private cloud folder on his desktop, disguised as patient files. The folder was named "Sabrina's Private Operating Room."

The folder was filled with chat logs between him and Sabrina, going all the way back to six months ago.

Sabrina: [Dr. Sheppard, that patient during rounds today was so aggressive. I was terrified.]

Sebastian: [Don't worry, I'll have…