“We’re cataloging strains now. Some of these aren’t standard. Someone was experimenting. Possibly manufacturing hybrids.” Brooks nodded. “And we’ll find out who.” The house creaked faintly above them, old wood settling, or perhaps releasing a breath after decades of keeping secrets. Daniel and Megan stood side by side, the gravity of the moment settling in their bones.
“So what happens now?” Daniel asked quietly. Brooks motioned to her team. “We’ll clear the grow lab. Remove the fungi. Sanitize the entire lower level. You two won’t be allowed inside until it’s declared safe.” She paused, her tone warm despite its firmness. “After that? You’ll get your house back.” Megan blinked, surprised at the sudden prick of tears in her eyes.