It was strangely anonymous and disturbing. Doctor Cunningham came through the door while I was still working cm the tape that bound my hand to the IV board. His hand moved from my face to slide inside my bra. His voice didn't have the resonance of the other man's, and I doubted that the people in the back could hear him.
What isn't he telling us? All right, what aren't you telling us? It's not my secret to tell, Edward said, and that was all he'd say. He was watching me, eyes blank, but steady, intense, and neutral at the same time. Unless he was a much better actor than I thought he was, Ramirez was letting me see the real him. The hair was clean and shiny even in the dim light.
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