I know whoever doesn't want .ebto close the Henderson hospital deal want it for themselves.
At first, I thought it was Zack. But maybe, just maybe this all goes beyond everything.
Maybe the system, my father's death, was a conspiracy.it I my Zack had a hand in.
Maybe it goes far beyond it.
The night air felt colder than usual as I stood on the balcony. The wind brushed against my face, carrying the faint sounds of cars, distant music, and the heartbeat of the city. But all I could hear was the echo of that message in my mind.
We warned you. Stay away from Henderson Medical Center.
Warned me?
No.
They provoked me.
I placed my hands on the rail, squeezing it until my knuckles turned white. Whoever kept sending those threats clearly didn’t know me. They didn’t know what I had sur
