The boys giggled, puffing cheeks theatrically, treating it like a dare. Daniel laughed with them, though his hands trembled as he sealed the samples. Beneath the playfulness lurked his fear, the truth was now set in motion.
At first, Daniel tried to keep busy. He organized his inbox, washed the car, even attempted a puzzle with Leo. But beneath every action lurked the same thought: results are coming. Each time his phone buzzed, his pulse spiked. Waiting became its own form of torture.