Chapter 87 MET HIS DOOM
- Desmond and I ambled into the private ward. A feminine figure which I soon recognized to be Clare's was sitting on a stool beside the patient's bed and backing us.
- “You're back, Callie?” she asked without lifting her head to spare us a glance as she continued to hold mom's hand.
- “Is Callie around?” Desmond asked, with a chuckle in his voice, in an attempt to announce our presence.