“What I don’t understand is why you didn’t give the vaccine to Lizzie, someone who has the disease.”
“I can answer that,” the nurse says cheerfully.
But Lorenzo shakes his head at her as Lizzie grabs his hand and tightly squeezes it.
“I had to try it first,” he says slowly. “Because Lizzie is pregnant with Montrovia’s heir to the throne.”
The breath is knocked from my chest, like I was punched in the gut.
I can’t breathe, and I’m pretty sure my heart has stopped beating.
I glance at Daniel, who looks as stricken as I probably do.
I stand rooted in my spot for a moment, hoping Lorenzo will say something else.
Instead, he defiantly stares at me, no shame whatsoever in his eyes.
I take off the necklace, walk across the room, and drop it into his lap.
Then, I leave the room as fast as I can. Not even Mike Burnes, who is rushing down the hall behind me, wanting more answers, is able to stop me.
Because I’ve failed.
My mother.
Montrovia.
The world.
My mission is officially over.