Krystal’s POV
I slept very little.The hospital walls were white too much. Too still. Each time that I breathed, it was as though glass settled in my throat. The words of Cecilia kept playing in my ears like a broken record. "Donovan… He’s watching."
She passed away with open eyes. Not in fear but with a knowing. Like she had already been given a clue. Since 4 AM Colt had paced. We did not talk a lot. The nurses says they had given up trying to move us off the waiting bench. What would be the advantage?
"I want to view the tape." I said out of the blues.
Colt's Jaw tightened. "There was none. The person who did this disabled the surveillance even before she got into the lobby.”
"Of course. Naturally they did." Too smart. I wiped my face with my hand. "We ought to have got to her earlie
