Chapter 10

Kieran came every day for nine days. On crutches, with his knee in a brace, standing a hundred feet from the clinic doors in the cold, staring up at my window like a man at a grave. Security walked him off the property every time. He always came back. I watched him once, from behind the curtain, for about thirty seconds. I felt nothing. That surprised me. I'd expected grief, or satisfaction, or at least the sick tug of the mate bond. There was just a man in a parking lot who had once been...