The hallway outside the glass doors was a blur of blue scrubs and frantic motion, but Clara couldn’t tear her eyes away from the exact spot where Julian had vanished. The coldness in her fingers crept up her arms, settling heavily into her chest.

She didn't blink. She didn't cry.

The glass door

The drive from Boston General Hospital to the financial district was usually a twenty-minute crawl through aggressive traffic. Today, it felt like a funeral procession.

Harper gripped the steering wheel of her battered Ford pickup, her knuckles white, her eyes darting anxiously to the passenger se

Julian Thorne rubbed his temples, leaning back against the plush leather interior of the town car as it sped through the rain-slicked streets of Boston. His head was pounding with a dull, rhythmic ache.

"Sir, we should be at the residence in five minutes," his driver, Thomas, called back through t