Rupert had gone silent. Chris figured the conversation was over and was about to put his phone down when suddenly, an image popped up on the screen.

"What about this?"

Chris had no idea what had gotten into Rupert in the middle of the night-why was he sending portraits, of all things? Still, he opened the image, just to humor him.

One look, and Chris froze. He felt a chill run down his spine, which wasn't helped by the fact that he was standing alone in a deserted hospital corridor in the middle of the night.

He quickened his pace, tapping out a reply.

"It's identical."

"I used to think it looked like Sylvia when she was a kid, but now I can see the difference. Those eyes-they're exactly like yours!"

Chris shut himself in his office, gulped down some water, and tried to steady his

nerves.

He'd always thought dreams were just dreams—nothing more. But now? He wasn't so sure anymore.

"I see."

Rupert didn't respond again.

Chris didn't get a wink of sleep that night.

...

hand, had been given a dose of sedative and slept like a baby. When she woke

sitting by her bed and pouring oatmeal

arm.

"Mom-I know that doctor."

doctor?" Naomi jumped, nearly spilling the oatmeal all over

who did Bridget's surgery. Mom, can you help

prescribed Bridget those pills last time. There was no way it was just a coincidence that he was involved again with Bridget's

She looked at

turned strange. She gently pulled her arm free and kept her eyes on the oatmeal. "Sylvia, let

at her, stunned. "Mom, what's going

nurses from the OR yesterday-they've

program out They won't be back

of town. They won

three months. There's even an announcement posted on

"An...announcement?"

the words.

turned red as

choked out, "They're basically

to take the

have no choice,

Sometime's

just have ow

pill."

Edwin? Fine, I'll take the hit, but there's no way he'd

the covers and tried to get out

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