Quiet settled in around them, and her mind drifted back to the church. That room. The green glow of spores. The same thought repeated in her mind: If they had a vaccine, Alvear would still be here. Jax wouldn’t have had to make that horrible decision. Nobody else ever would again. But what else could she do? There were no more notes to search through. No answers to uncover. She’d hit a dead end. It was clear she was missing something, but she’d searched everywhere.
