Chapter 4
Blake could barely see the way ahead despite the efficient whoosh whoosh from his wiper blades—a never-ending stream of rain from bulging dark clouds beat down hard on the car’s windshield. Even though this type of weather in November wasn’t new, the intensity of the downpour was unusual. But the climate never seemed to make much sense these days. He’d heard the talking heads say global warming had changed everything.
Blake glanced at his Rolex watch, a birthday gift from his father. Seven minutes left. I can still make it, he thought. Up ahead the lights turned yellow then red. Blake grumbled under his breath as he slowed his car to a stop. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Come on, come on, he thought. He could see the outline of the hospital jutting out far ahead
