“Who is it?”
Weston spoke calmly through the door.
“My name is Weston Hale. I received a message that may have been meant for someone else.”
There was a pause.
Then he added,
“I brought the formula.”
The Door Opens
For several seconds there was only silence.
Then the door opened a few inches.
Lillian’s face appeared in the narrow gap, her eyes tired and uncertain as Daisy rested quietly against her shoulder.
Weston raised the bag slightly so she could see.
