Nora's POV
Five days. I stared at the words on my notepad until they stopped looking like words. Five days. The clock on my office wall read 11:02 p.m. The rest of the hospital had settled into its night rhythm. The loud conversations were gone. The waiting room lights had been dimmed.
Somewhere down the hall, a monitor beeped in slow, steady intervals. The city glowed beyond my office window. Lines of white and red headlights moved through Ironveil. People were driving home. Eating dinner late. Watching television. Sleeping. I turned back to my desk. A yellow legal pad lay in front of me. I had written only dates. Nothing else. Just dates. The attack. Damien's surgery. The scout. The message. The daycare. The security breach. Now... The watch post. Five days. I picked up my pen.
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