Olivia's POV
The familiar hum of Lunera Beauty’s labs was a welcome slice of normalcy after Aiden’s attack.
The sharp scent of distilled oils and faint hints of floral blends filled the air, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in days. Here, at least, I was in control. Or so I told myself.
I leaned over the counter, adjusting the dropper to add another measure of lavender extract to the mixture before me. The formula was coming together, but there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind.
You could do so much more with this, Matthew had said. Imagine helping people detect illness before it’s too late.
I shook my head, trying to focus. The idea had merit, but it felt like stepping onto a slippery slope. My work had always been about empowerment, not diagnosis.
But what was empat
