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Carrigan didn’t let me break for lunch until almost two o’clock. Max had noticed me flagging and mentioned something to him a few times, but it was always, “One more test” or “Almost done.”
With every new experiment, Max became more drawn into the results, and my hope waned.
I have to keep faith in him. I know my Max is in there somewhere.
But the voice of reason chimed in. This is what he was like before you knew him. This might be his genuine self.
I have to believe he’s not this cold and analytical, that he has compassion for people. He’s a fricking doctor!
“Miss Marconi, we’re done for now. You may take the afternoon to sit on the beach or go swimming.” Carrigan interrupted my internal argument. “As you can see, I’m not the monster you think I am. There should be suitable atti
