At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

my mind, but when he stepped to the table and touched Claire’s neck, the color drained from his face. One of the nurses leaned in with a stethoscope, then looked up sharply.

“There’s cardiac activity.”

Everything changed at once.

The room filled with motion. Oxygen. Monitors. A crash cart. Orders shouted too fast. Claire’s body, which an hour earlier continue reading …