Chapter 89 The Story: A Bloody Second Chance

• Darren had barely slept. His body had collapsed sometime before dawn, slumped against the chair, his hand still resting on Clara’s blanket. The shuffle of footsteps woke him. Blinking against the pale morning light slipping through the blinds, he saw a nurse leaning over his sister, adjusting the IV drip and preparing her morning medication.
• Clara stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Darren rubbed at his face, his eyes raw and swollen from the night before. As he watched the nurse work, something caught his attention: a corner of her phone peeking out of her pocket.
• It stirred a memory. Bryan. His voice from last night came back to him, calm and confident, “Call me anytime.” Darren’s heart gave a faint jolt. He’d forgotten, buried under the weight of the robbery.