Rogers walked out of the research institute and passed right by Sarah's favorite dessert shop.
He muttered to himself under his breath, "Sarah’s been in a weird mood these past few days. I’ll grab her favorite little cake to cheer her up."
Sarah's ghost watched him stand inside the shop.
He picked out dessert after dessert like he was stocking up for a whole army, walking out with bag after bag stuffed full of every treat imaginable; tiramisu, strawberry mille crêpe, chocolate crunch box cake…
Every single one was Sarah's favorite.
She licked the coppery tang of blood still lingering in her mouth and sighed.
What a shame. She’d wanted to taste sweetness one last time before she died. Now she’d never get to eat it again.
As he left the shop, Rogers' gaze darted instinctively toward t
