Silas jerked his head back, staggering against the wall as he whispered brokenly, "How could she be dead? This has to be wrong!"
In a frenzy, he grabbed his phone with shaking fingers, shouting into the phone, "I'm coming now! Don't you dare touch her!"
He charged into the police station, staggering unsteadily before shoving open the morgue door. An icy gust slapped his face.
When he saw the sheet-covered gurney, his steps faltered. His reaching hand hung frozen in midair. "Mr. Voss, we understand." An officer said gently, pulling back the sheet.
Silas's breath caught.
Elara's familiar face lay deathly pale, lips tinged blue, her once-bright eyes now closed forever. "Elara." His voice cracked as his legs gave out, sending him crashing to his knees.
"Wake up. Open your eyes, look at m
