Zephyr stood at the doorstep of Sylvia's home, fingers merely inches away from the doorbell.
Time was running out. Patients were dying… the bracelet could be the only answer…
“You've got this, Zephyr… All you have to do is ask kindly,” he whispered to himself, exhaled a soft breath and pressed the button.
He rang the doorbell again and waited. His gut twisted. A nagging urge told him to turn away and never look back, but he didn’t.
I have to face this, he thought. It doesn't matter who gets the door. Dwayne, Janette, Anthony… All I have to do is ask to see Sylvia. I need the bracelet.
Zephyr swallowed hard, memories drifting in like seamless streams.
‘I don't want to see you at my home ever again. The next time I do, I will hurt you in ways you can't imagine.’
Dwayne's last words
