they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

stood a silhouette. He wore a heavy, dark overcoat—far too thick for the Phoenix heat. He possessed no hospital badge, no visiting sticker. He was merely a phantom staring back at us through the glass.

The moment Hunter’s eyes found him, the heart machine escalated into a frenzied, panicked rhythm.

The phantom shifted his weight and stepped back. It continue reading …