answered honestly.
“Because their early lab abnormalities pointed elsewhere.”
“To what?”
“Inflammation. Nutritional issues. endocrine irregularities.”
“Could environmental exposure cause those?”
“Some indirectly.”
“Then?”
“We anchored.”
Maya glanced at him.
He continued.
“We kept looking for a rare disease because both twins were affected.”
I asked:
“Why did that suggest genetics instead of environment?”
Reeves looked at me.
“It suggested both.”
“But?”
“But genetics felt cleaner.”
That sentence was bigger than medicine.
Nathan heard it too.
“Cleaner?”
“A shared mutation is easier to frame than dozens of possible household variables.”
Maya nodded.
“That happens.”
Nathan stared toward the boys.
“Three million dollars.”
Nobody answered.
He laughed once.
Not amused.
“I flew doctors across oceans.”
Maya said:
“Money increases access.”
He looked at her.
“It doesn’t guarantee the right question.”
I recognized the sentence because I had lived versions of it before.
Nathan did not like it.
That was probably why
