Chapter 8: Midnight Reckoning
The offer from Cheyenne was printed on crisp, official letterhead. It promised a modern lab, a significant salary bump, and a clear path back to a world of concrete and order. Sabrina ran her finger over the embossed logo. It felt like a boarding pass to a life that was supposed to be hers.
The clinic was tomb-quiet after hours. The moonlight through the blinds painted surgical stripes across the floor.