The air in the crematorium was thick, smelling of ozone and the suffocating perfume of lilies

if I had suddenly become someone else.

Good.

For years, they had called me just a mechanic… Continue Reading ⬇️

Chapter 5: Sirens at the Crematorium

“The police are five minutes out,” I said. “And they don’t just have a warrant for this funeral home. They have one for the clinic too.”

Dr. Crane’s mouth opened, but no words came.

Helena looked toward the continue reading …