Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha arrived at the nursing home while wondering if the nurse came here often, considering her familiarity with the place.

The moment they alighted from the van, the nurse led her to the innermost building, much to her confusion. “Let’s go there first, Dr. Nancy.”

“Hm? What about the ones outside?” Sasha asked, glancing at the buildings near them in bewilderment.

The nurse seemed to panic a little as she explained, “Dr. Nancy, the ones staying in the innermost buildings are the most serious cases. I think you should take a look at them first.”

“Alright then,” Sasha said as she decided not to probe further.

However, she noticed how different the building looked from the others.

Besides being impeccably clean, the furniture there was visibly more luxurious, and the employees there seemed well trained and responsible.

Huh, this place looks pretty unique!

She walked into the first ward to check on the patient staying inside, but stopped abruptly when she noticed the nurse that had led her to the nursing home slipping away discreetly.

“What are you doing, Ms. Sullivan?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh… nothing much… I’m just checking on the other patients!” the nurse said, hurrying back into the room.

Sasha glanced at her again, but she did not say anything else.

ward after about an hour. Sasha cleared up the

started acting strange the moment they exited the building. She kept fidgeting and looking

What’s going on?

Is everything alright?” Sasha

eyes. She shook

just a

then,” Sasha said, taking the documents the nurse had been holding on to. “Go back and take a break. I’ll take

Dr. Nancy,” the nurse said before disappearing

spent another hour going through the wards and checking on the patients

home rushed over immediately. “Thank you,

at her watch. “I have other

then. See you, Dr. Nancy!” the employees chorused as they watched her exit the nursing

skies were bleak and grey, and Sasha wondered if a snowstorm was on its way. When she exited the building, she could not help

van?” she muttered to herself as she stared at the empty driveway in

front of the entrance, almost

could react, an old, frail man with a walking stick alighted from the van and

as though time had come to a stop

Why is he here?

Is this a coincidence?

as though her head had been split open by a lightning