Chapter 14. The End Of Us

Foster’s POV

The doctor paced the room, his footsteps restless and sharp, every movement reeking of anxiety and frustration. His voice trembled, no longer able to mask his panic.

“I told you from the beginning—this was too risky! We were never going to keep this under wraps! And now? What the hell are we supposed to do?”

I stood by the window, taking a deep breath. The cold seeped in through the condensation-frosted glass, chilling me to the bone.

“I’ve arranged an exit route,” I said quietly. “Take the money and disappear. The faster, the better. Don’t look back. Don’t talk.”

“You think I’m an idiot?” He stopped pacing and glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “If I run now, it’ll only confirm everything! You planned this, didn’t you? You’re