Chapter 18: Something Happened

At dawn the next morning, Terrance Lyson stepped out with dew clinging to his shoulders. He cut through streets that were still asleep, heading straight for the clinic that was under renovation. The moment he pushed open the weathered wooden door, he went to work like a man possessed. He checked every corner, crouched to rap his knuckles against the floorboards, rose onto his toes to inspect the beams, and tossed out sharp, practical suggestions to the workers as he moved. Under his careful design,...