Callan struggled as they pulled him away. “Please look at her records. They are hurting her.”
Gareth heard the shouting and looked toward the hallway. He saw a boy he had never met yelling as though his heart were breaking. Something inside Gareth shifted. Why would a stranger care so desperately.
Security turned away for a second. Callan slipped from their grasp and rushed back to Elara’s room. Gareth stepped forward before anyone else could react.
“Who are you,” Gareth demanded.
Callan breathed hard. “I am her friend. I have been visiting her from the garden. She told me everything. I heard things too. You need to listen. They are not helping her.”
Gareth stared at him with a mix of disbelief and fear. “What did you hear.”
Callan told him about the conversations. About the pills. About the strange routine. About the window he climbed. About Riona’s remarks and Dr. Myles’ confidence that Gareth would never suspect anything.
“Sir,” Callan whispered. “Your daughter is not sick the way they say. They are making her weaker.”