Amelia
I leave my duffel bag in the man's car. I'm paranoid about all the money in there, but I guess I can trust him. He didn't say a word on the ride to the clinic, and I had no questions to ask. All I kept thinking about was Devon, shot.
How did such a thing happen?
I have a feeling it has something to do with the Kellers, but I could be wrong. If there's one thing Devon's good at, it's hiding. What if it does have something to do with the Kellers, though? If he wants to see me so desperately, even after he's been shot, it means it's got to be something important.
How did he know I would be going home? How'd he even get to say anything if he was shot?
I follow the man inside a large building. I fix my gaze on the waiting room. Only a few seats are occupied. We get to a desk whe
