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

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Chapter 3: The Doctor’s Face Turned Ashen

I looked up at Dr. Crane.

His face had gone the color of ash.

“She’s sedated,” I whispered.

The words left my mouth slowly, but the truth behind them arrived like a freight train. Clara was not dead. She had been buried under lies, chemicals, and family signatures.

Helena’s composure shattered. Marcus’s jaw tightened.continue reading …