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.

...

a dose of sedative and slept like a baby. When she woke up,

bed and pouring oatmeal into a bowl. Sylvia

arm.

"Mom-I know that doctor."

nearly spilling the oatmeal all

Bridget's surgery. Mom, can you help

no

She looked at

turned strange. She gently pulled her arm free and kept

stunned. "Mom,

doctor-and the nurses from the OR

some training program out They won't be

of town. They won

months. There's even an announcement posted on the

"An...announcement?"

out the words. Just

turned

choked out, "They're basically

us to take the blame.

have no choice,

Sometime's

just have ow

pill."

I'll take the hit, but there's no way he'd let you get dragged

and tried to get

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