the sliding glass doors

clothes onto the pristine linoleum floor. Her bare feet left wet,

sk stared at her in shock,

and slammed her hand against the button

n the emergency room of Manhattan General, D

lding a tablet

But I need to be clear. If someone hadn't administered his pills and performed

s jaw t

pressing her hands into his grandfather's chest. The way he

knuckles was a streak of dried blood. It wasn't his. It

weight of guilt se

ece. A moment later, he looked up. "Sir, we ran her facial recognition through the city grid. Her name is Charlotte Guthrie. And sir... she just entered St. Jude Hospice Care. Th

e elevator onto the quiet,

lway, her wet clothes sl

she stopped. The heavy wo

voices spilled ou

the wall and peeked through the g

y were surrounding the hospital bed. The only one missing was her younger sister, H

mask strapped over her pale face. She looked

s armpits, roughly pulling the dyi

ck of papers and a black pen t

emanded, his voice harsh. "Just

n this, Eleanor, I swear to God I will find t

eat snapped the last thre

and kicked the wooden d

crashing against the wa

mped, spinning aroun

animal. She shoved Ricky hard in the chest

er body. Her hands shook as she gently laid her grandmo

is shock. His face twis

ised his heavy fist, stepping forward

footsteps echoed

He appeared in the doorway

nto the scene. He move

ght Vernon's wrist in mid-air. His large hand

ted his wri

g crack echoed i

ees, letting out a high-

ped forward, his broad shoulders completely b

r eyes wide. She stared at

ing elbow. He adjusted his pris

Daxton said. His voice was deep, calm, and

nked, stunned

t Daxton. "Who the hell are you?

at him. He simply raised

d into the doorway, crossing their ar

n looked at the Guthrie family as if he were