Chapter 95 The Story: Spine Of Glass

• The SUV pulled away, leaving Darren standing alone under the dim streetlight, his body aching and his soul sinking deeper into the trap Horace had set for him.
• Darren staggered through the hospital corridors, every step burning from the dull ache in his gut. He pushed open Clara’s ward door quietly, careful not to wake her. She was fast asleep, her face pale but serene, a faint rhythm of breath rising and falling under the thin blanket.
• He sank into the chair beside her bed, burying his face in his hands. The pain in his stomach was nothing compared to the storm inside his head.