Chapter 30

Selene, her words slurred but smile wide, swayed slightly. ‘Just…so happy…about the dress…and I g-got yours, too!’ Dashiell blinked. ‘You got me a dress?’ Selene’s laugh was loud and wobbly. ‘No, silly. A tux! Classic black, satin lapels, the most gorgeous patent leather shoes…Let me show you!’ She lurched to her feet, swaying like a willow in a storm, and grabbed for her purse sprawled on the armchair. ‘I remembered the brochure… where is it?’ Her purse hit the floor with a soft thud, spilling its contents like startled confetti. Dashiell knelt down to help gather the scattered chaos, and his eyes snagged on a thin file peeking from a clear plastic folder. It had the sterile look of official documents, the name of a hospital emblazoned on the top corner in severe black. And, chillingly, Selene’s name. He knew he should look away; this file was private. But a morbid curiosity, sharp as a paper cut, kept his gaze glued to the file. ‘Methylation Classifier Results,’ the first line declar