Rogers shook his head in utter disbelief.
His shout boomed through the room, loud enough to shake the walls, like if he yelled it hard enough, he could trick himself into believing it wasn't real.
"This can't be happening! She only had a mild, slow-acting poison! How could it get this bad? It's impossible! I had Amira keeping an eye on her this whole time. I even made her chicken soup yesterday, for God's sake..."
No matter how much he tried to deny it, though, the cold body lying right in front of him was unmistakeably real.
There was no faking this.
And that was when it finally hit him. Sarah wasn't playing some stupid game with him.
She was really gone.
When Rogers managed to rein in his raging emotions, he went through the paperwork with the doctors like a numb, wooden dummy. Bu
