Purple Lines Don’t Meet – 9

9 Ikenna sat stiffly on the edge of the armchair, his eyes tired. Tessy stood by the window, arms folded, her posture taut. “How’s daddy?” “He’s still critical,” Ikenna said. “They’re monitoring him closely. No change.” She nodded, silent. He looked up. “We’re angry, Tess. All of us.” She turned. “Because I did the test?”…...