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

and pouring oatmeal into a

arm.

"Mom-I know that doctor."

nearly spilling the

Bridget's surgery. Mom, can you help me

those pills last time. There was no way it was just a

looked at Naomi, searching

pulled her arm free and kept

at her, stunned.

nurses from the OR yesterday-they've all

program out They won't be back

of town. They won

There's even an announcement posted on

"An...announcement?"

as she forced out the words. Just hearing them felt like a cruel

eyes turned red as

choked out, "They're basically

to take the blame.

have no choice,

Sometime's

just have

pill."

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

to get out

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