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kpad as her eyes landed on a picture of Octavio. He was seated in the donor's chair, his face partially turned

s story. Maybe it was the journalist in her, always snif

h made the process slightly easier. After an hour of scrolling through unrelated results, she

hy. He was a researcher specializing in hereditary diseases. Nora's eyebrows knitted toge

and even a few interviews where he spoke about his work. But beyond his professional life, there was little informatio

ially hated the nagging feeling that there was something significant about Oc

he community center, hoping to find someone who knew more about Octavio.

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ng her a picture of Octavio from

forget. He seemed...reserved. Quiet.

nge

lab technicians after donating. Something about his blood sample needing addition

need additional testing on his

pus with modern buildings and carefully manicured lawns. Nora walked into the

e about groundbreaking genetic research, and I was wonder

uter. "Dr. Santos doesn't usually take unschedul

ctavio stepped out. He was carrying a stack of papers and seem

d out, her voice echoin

Recognition flickered across his fa

ere?" he asked, his t

up about the blood drive. I'm a journalist, remember?

"I don't think I'm the

"There's something you're not telling me, and I can't h

ghing whether or not to let her in. Finally

," Nora said

tured toward his offic

roscope sat on his desk next to stacks of papers. Octavi

you want

o donate blood?" Nora asked,

floor. "Let's just say...I have a compl

made Nora more determi

I talk about lightly. But if you really want to know, you'll have to be prep

no idea what she was getting into,

at a secret that would bind their lives to