Avery POV
I was still deep in thought, staring at the corpse as if it would cough up answers if I just stared long enough. How could a dead person's veins be pulsating? Not twitching. Not reacting. Pulsating. Like something was still flowing through them... something that had no business doing so in a body that should’ve been completely still.
It didn’t make any sense. I’d brainstormed every possible explanation my science-trained brain could summon—cardiac muscle misfiring post-mortem, nerve spasms, even spiritual possession but none of it sat right.
Nothing added up. This wasn’t just the first time I’d seen something like this. Even the hospital director, a man who had spent three entire decades in this profession, was at a loss for words. That alone made my skin crawl.
Just then I
