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

Claire was strong enough to speak again, she asked to see me.

This time I went in prepared to hear gratitude, but what she gave me instead was something heavier.

She cried.

Not dramatically. Not loudly.

She cried the way people cry when the person they trusted most has finally turned into the person they feared he was becoming all along.

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