Chapter 142 She's Mine

• The air in the stairwell was cold—sterile, concrete-lined, and dimly lit by the single bulb overhead. Dust floated in the shaft of light cutting through the small square window. Outside, the hospital parking lot stretched into darkness. Only a few cars remained. One of them, a black Honda with tinted windows, had sat idle for hours.
• Inside it, Nathan had waited.
• He’d watched the front entrance like a hawk, chest tight, blood thudding behind his ears every time someone walked in or out. When Dr. Hakeem rushed back inside earlier, Nathan had tensed. The doctor’s office sat near the back corner, and Nathan could see the lights flicker on from where he sat, partially obscured by the line of trees near the emergency bay.