Chapter 6: The Truth Unraveling
I watched as Dr. Lee opened his kit and wrapped a blood-pressure cuff around Rachel’s arm. My jaw was tight, tracking his every move. The White House was full of secrets, but tonight, I wanted the truth.
“You must examine her carefully.”
My voice was low and firm. Dr. Lee nodded, professional and unreadable.
He checked Rachel’s pulse, murmuring quiet reassurances, the soft whir of medical equipment blending with my own rough breathing. The silence stretched, thick with suspense.
At last, Dr. Lee withdrew his hand. “Three winters ago, she had a severe exposure that weakened her health. She’s improved after years of treatment, but she’s still run-down and anxious. If this keeps up, it will affect both her and the baby.”
His words were clinical but clear: Rachel was sick, but the overlays had exaggerated. Guilt and relief battled in my chest. Maybe the overlays were wrong after all. I almost let myself believe it.
I relaxed a little, ready to reassure Rachel, when the overlays exploded back—
The overlays were back—louder than ever. This time, I knew: whatever happened next, I wasn’t in control anymore.










