a labeling mistake.”
“It is.”
“It could also be unrelated to the twins.”
He stared at me.
Then nodded once.
Good.
We shut off the east-zone additive system immediately.
Not the ventilation.
The scent system.
Windows opened.
The boys were moved temporarily to guest rooms on another floor.
No one told them they had been “poisoned.”
Because we did not know that.
I explained:
“We found something in the air system we want checked.”
Jacob looked at me.
“Is it gross?”
“Probably.”
Jonah asked:
“Do we get new rooms?”
“For tonight.”
“Can we take the dinosaur lamp?”
“Yes.”
That was enough.
Children deserve information they can carry.
Not adult fear.
Within two hours, Nathan had hired an independent environmental-health firm.
Not one of his usual contractors.
I insisted on that.
He surprised me by agreeing.
“They report to you?” I asked.
“No.”
“To Dr. Reeves?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“To a lawyer?”
