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

attendant. For you.”

I went up immediately.

Claire looked nothing like the woman on the metal stretcher downstairs. Not because she seemed healthy, but because fear had reached her before life fully had.

She was pale, wired up, breathing through an oxygen mask, but her eyes were open and alert in a way that tightened my stomach. The moment she saw me,continue reading …