An icy chill shot from head to toe. He wanted to burst through the door, grab Iris by the shoulders, and demand the truth.
But lingering reason held him back, he couldn’t risk tipping her off.
Aiden needed to confirm whether Evelyn’s illness was real, needed to uncover what truly happened that night at the bar.
He raced back to Evelyn’s hospital room at breakneck speed.
Yet the room stood empty.
The bed was in disarray, the sheets still bearing her faint imprint, a silent echo of the panic of a hasty escape.
The IV needle hung loose from the stand, its tip smudged with a faint streak of blood.
She was gone.
In barely ten minutes of his absence, she’d vanished without a trace.
Aiden dialed Evelyn’s number, only to be met with a busy signal.
He sped to her rented apartment, poundin
