POV: ALARIC
He gave a subtle signal to one of the men behind him, who stepped forward with a sealed test kit.
Karina followed them to the side hallway, where they could draw the sample in private.
It only took fifteen minutes before Karina came back into the room, standing beside Lance, who now held a printed sheet.
He handed the paper over to Dad, who opened it without hesitation. His face crumpled.
Karina didn't wait. "Well? What does it say?"
"Your blood sample shows an extremely elevated presence of methamphetamine, along with traces of fentanyl and MDMA. The concentration levels suggest use within the past forty-eight hours. Possibly within the last twenty-four."
Dead silence.
Then Karina started shaking her head slowly. "No. No. That's impossible. I didn't-" Her knees buckled slightly, and she caught herself against the arm of the couch. "That's not possible. I didn't take anything."
"You did," I said simply.
