Meredith and I staggered out of the lab right as the wall clock ticked past six-thirty A.M., having finally finished analyzing the last of the test results.
We were both nearly asleep on our feet, but I couldn't suppress the grin that kept breaking out.
I'd done it. I'd seriously freaking done it, and it'd need more experimental data, more analysis, more of everything, but…I'd freaking shown my theory had merit.
Sure, it didn't count for much until I saw some physical changes in response to the chemical ones.
But gods, I didn't care at that moment. Real results.
After years. And I didn't give a crap about Greenwald or the university or anyone else.
I'd done it for me.
Meredith looked the same as I did, frowsy and pale like anyone got after spending a whole night in a windowless, fluorescent-lit lab staring alternately at a laptop and an array of equipment, but she also had a goofy smile stretching her lips and a bright, manic glint in her eyes.
