Chapter 4

Lincoln and his team, clad in white, rushed in, emergency equipment in hand, and sweat pouring down their faces.

They moved swiftly, but the sight of Nora's lifeless form on the sofa brought them to an abrupt halt. A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed in the room.

They were too late.

I sat on the floor, still holding Nora's hand, staring blankly at her pale, ashen face.

I didn't care about the dark blood still on her fingers, pressing her hand gently, again and again, against my cheek.

Zoey couldn't bear to watch any longer. She stepped forward and…