The devil in suit
Daphne’s POV
The fight for justice had turned filthy into a twisted maze I was trapped in, and I couldn’t see the way out. Milo’s death haunted me, the news Troy dropped that morning replaying like a broken record.
A witness, our hope, our proof, poof! Gone, silenced before he could speak. How had he died? Was it quick, a bullet in the dark, or slow, tortured screams echoing in some alley? Did he have a wife, kids, someone waiting for him? The questions gnawed at me, each one heavier than the last. This wasn’t about a nurse’s mistake anymore, or some mix-up with medication cards. It was bigger, darker, a fight of men in power, and I was in the centre.
I wasn’t even sure I was a nurse anymore. My license, revoked after Sara’s death, hung like a heavy sentence over th
