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I set down my phone and pull out my laptop as a memory flickers inon the news about ground-breaking research into cystic fibrosis It takes me a few minutes to locate the story

A professor in the UK, widely known as one of the leading CF specialists in the world, was running a series of trials into a new drug that he believed would help to reduce the production of s of CF sufferers

I grab a piece of paper and scrawl the doctor’s naroo

“Dad,” I begin, “I don’t suppose you know of a Professor Howes? He’s a leading specialist in Cystic Fibrosis”

Dad looks both surprised and happy by my question It’s not often I ask him about work

“I don’t know hiood friend of his They went to ether Why?” he asks curiously

“A friend ofto his currentabout his study into a new et him into it”

Dad laughs “You can’t just get sos take years of preparation”

“I knohich is why I was asking if you knew the guy,” I say This is why I don’t go to Dad that often for advice: I’ like an idiot “Don’t worry about it,” I mutter

“Wait,” Dad calls

I stop and turn around

“I’ll see what I can do, but don’t get your hopes up Do you have the kid’s file?”

“No, but I can get the name of his specialist in the States”

“The States? Jesus, Ryder How do you think they are going to get over here even if I can get them in the trial?” He shakes his head in disbelief

“Don’t worry about that I can cover all those costs,” I say defensively I reach into my pocket for my phone and text Scarlett