I didn’t stop to think after I left the security room, because thinking meant slowing down, and slowing down felt like the same thing as losing him.
The image was still burned into my head, the hospital bed, the timestamp, the way they moved like they knew exactly what they were doing, and my body followed that memory like it was a map I didn’t have to question.
“They turned left,” I murmured to myself, retracing the path I’d just watched on the screen, my voice steady even though everything inside me wasn’t. “Then straight… then the corridor narrowed.”
I walked faster, my shoes echoing softly against the floor, the sound bouncing back at me in a way that made the hallway feel too empty. The further I went, the quieter everything became, and that silence didn’t feel peaceful. It felt wr
