CHAPTER 1 The steel handle of the claw hammer was freezing against my palm, but it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth. Ten minutes ago, the rhythmic, mechanical hum of…
CHAPTER 1 The humidity in the hospital waiting room always felt like wet wool. It stuck to your skin, making every breath feel twice as heavy as it should be. Sarah Jenkins sat in a plast…
CHAPTER 1 The smell of cheap institutional bleach and stale coffee clung to Sarah's pale blue ER scrubs like a second skin. It was a smell she used to associate with saving …
