Chapter 3
Thomas
He didn’t like hospitals. Not since Aiden had passed through the emergency room doors, never to come back through them. Not since his panic attacks had started. There was that smell of disinfectant and the foul air that never allowed him to breathe deeply, to inhale enough oxygen to control his synapses.
But when you worked at a police station, it was inevitable that you would have to go to hospitals, like right now, since they had just taken the declaration of an old lady whose purse had been stolen and was in the emergency room to make sure nothing had been broken.
The lady had been kind and even rather rational while giving her statement, especially considering her age. But Thomas had spent half the time tapping his pen on his notebook, constantly moving his right f
