Chapter 4

It was Christmas Eve. Mom and Dad were pulling an all-nighter in their lab, rushing to finish a heart drug they wanted to sell dirt cheap.

Big pharma got wind of it and wasn't thrilled.

That night, someone torched the lab.

When Tristan, Freddie, and I got there, all we saw were two charred bodies.

That was my last memory of them.

Even now, I struggle to picture their faces.

A young grad student, barely in her twenties, died in the fire too.

Newly married, with a baby under one. Her husband was already gone.

They found her body still…