understand if she grabbed the report she so desperately coveted, the report that should give her a window into what she became from the transplant surgery that gave her a new lease on life. He would want her to know, he would want her to have the slight modicum of closure and peace that stack of papers should provide. How much peace would the report give her though if obtaining it might be the one action that would wind up costing Grimaldi his life?

“Going down?” The voice from just outside the elevator snapped Berkleigh back to the hospital, back to the choice she needed to make right this instant. She didn’t even look at the man, her eyes set down the hallway, her arm still extended to block the elevator doors from shutting. She wanted to push past the man, go find wh...

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