Eleanor was still out cold.
Anthony stood outside the hospital room, watched for a moment, then hesitated for quite a while. In the end, he didn't go in. He quietly shut the door and walked away.
"Martin... Martin..."
Eleanor mumbled, lost in a haze, repeating Ethan's name softly.
That night, Ethan returned to his community complex only to find the front door lock busted—and his sister still not home.
"He's back—grab him!"
Just when he thought they'd given up, the men came back for him again.
Ethan snatched a chair nearby and hurled it without thinking. Then, taking advantage of their momentary confusion, he ran.
He couldn't get caught. He still had to wait for his sister. She'd worry if something happened to him.
As he bounded downstairs, flashes of strange, j
