"Cedric, please—you can't show that report. I'm begging you. Do it as a favor to me."
Cedric frowned.
"Give you a favor? And who's going to look out for all these innocent people?"
His voice rose with righteous indignation. "Besides, does your wife even know about your... conditions? How could you do this to her!"
Kate glanced at him, surprise flickering across her face.
A hint of admiration crept into her gaze.
"Whether I've wronged her or not, I'll get tested with her later. That's between us." I kept my voice even. "You don't need to concern yourself."
I turned to leave.
A hand shot out and clamped around my wrist. The report was snatched away.
Cedric waved it in front of my face, his expression wounded but determined.
"Irvin, I know you. You've always been good at lying."
He shook his head slowly. "Normally, I'd play along. But this? This affects everyone's health. I can't just let it slide."
My jaw tightened. "What the hell are you talking about?"
But he was already unfolding the report.
I lunged forward and ripped it from his hands.
Tore it once. Twice. Three times.
Flung the pieces into the air.
They scattered like snow.