"I thought we should talk. I've been meaning to call you. I wanted to see how you're doing."
That's not it at all, she told herself. What do you really want?
"Actually, I've been wanting to thank you," Winston
Bartlett went on. "It turns out that you saved me after all. Your telomerase antibodies finally kicked in. The initial ones Karl injected in me. It just took a few weeks."
"And what about Kristen?" she asked.
His look saddened.
"You didn't hear?" He shook his head. "She . . . died in the fire."
That doesn't sound right, Ally thought. She looked like she was the only one who was going to survive it.
"Oh yeah? How did that happen?"
"You might as well know. She was burned beyond recognition. The body still hasn't been officially identified. When the firemen found her, she had a shard of glass through her throat. They thought she must have fallen on something, but I fear it's entirely possible she could have done it to herself."