Three
Hiding and masquerading as a human were the only ways Rae knew to survive. It was a decision she’d made years ago when she’d almost paid for her sins in the worst way.
Being a fraud was much better than the alternative.
That afternoon, the hospital was abuzz with activity and chaos. People cried in huddles, there were screaming patients being rolled in, deranged addicts fought to escape treatment, and the scent of blood was pungent everywhere Rae turned.
This was normal. Rae couldn’t remember a time when it was actually quiet. As head psychiatrist of Mercy Hospital, she was used to the calamity of the world inside and outside of a person’s head. Truth was, she enjoyed the world being loud. The quiet was when she was most afraid—most anxious.
In a purple dress under her white coa
