Miller
I heaved a deep, ragged sigh as I paced the length of the grand office, running a tense hand through my hair until the strands stood up in messy tufts.
My fingers were trembling slightly, a physical manifestation of the anxiety that had been clawing at my chest for the last seventy-two hours.
Ever since I walked out of Dr. Joe's room three days ago, his heavy words had been looping through my brain like an inescapable nightmare, refusing to grant me even a second of peace.
Pheromonal Atrophy Syndrome.
A horrific, silent mutation that could slowly eat up Leo's brilliant body and sharp mind from the inside out, completely destroying his cellular stability until it ultimately killed him.
