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The officer mumbled something incoherent, then sat up straight.
"I'm sorry… I must have dozed off for a few seconds."
I stared at him, my emotions roiling inside me. Matt stepped forward, his hand on my shoulder as if to steady me.
"We need to check on John," he said, his voice low and urgent.
We made our way to John's room, and I felt my stomach churn as I saw that the door was ajar. Without hesitation, I pushed it open and rushed inside. The scene that greeted me was one of absolute horror.
John lay there, lifeless, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, his skin pale. The monitors were beeping and blinking rapidly. Matt rushed in behind me, his eyes widening in horror at the sight before us.
"Oh, my God," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I felt a scream building inside me, but it got caught in my throat, leaving me gasping for air.
Matt moved past me, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of what might have happened. I watched as he checked John's pulse, then turned to me, his expression grim. I felt a lump form in my throat as I stared down at John's body. How did this happen? How had no one heard the monitors go off? It had to have happened very recently, as just now the nurses came rushing. Was the killer still here?
"He's gone," he said, his voice flat. "We need to call this in." Matt pulled out his phone and made the call while I stood there, numb and in shock. I told them to close down the hospital in case the killer was still here.
As we waited for backup to arrive, my mind raced with thoughts of who could have done this. The pillow was on the ground next to him, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was what the killer used. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I thought about how John had been under our protection and we had failed him. Who could have done this to him? Was it someone we knew?
Was it the same person who killed Rachel and Elyse? It all felt so confusing to me.
When backup finally arrived, they took over the scene, and we were instructed to leave. Matt and I stepped out into the hallway, our faces grim and our hearts heavy.
"I can't believe this happened," I said, my voice still shivering. "We were supposed to protect him."
Matt put a hand on my shoulder, his touch comforting. He nodded, his jaw set in determination. "We’ll find out who did this, and we’ll make sure they pay. That's a promise."
Chapter55
Kyla paced back and forth in her bedroom, frantically throwing clothes into her suitcase. She had to leave; she had to get out of town.
And fast.
As she moved, the TV in the background droned on with the news report she'd been watching for the past hour. It blared from the television mounted on the wall, the anchor's voice ringing through the room.
"…The man was found dead in his hospital bed, smothered to death with what appears to be a pillow. Police have yet to identify a suspect, but they are urging anyone with information to come forward."
Kyla froze, staring at the TV screen. She just stood there, paralyzed, her hands shaking as she watched the footage of the hospital's entrance. Kyla's hands were still trembling as she zipped up her suitcase, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next.
You need to get out of here. Now.
Her phone rang, jolting her out of her panicked thoughts. It was her mother.
"What are you doing?" her mother asked.
"N-nothing."
"You were supposed to come over tonight, weren't you?" she asked, her tone angry.
"Y-yes. But something came up."
"Really? And what was that something? What could be more important than being with your mother and your dead sisters’ children?"
It was the way she said it that bothered her—dead sisters—like she blamed her for both of their deaths.
Kyla took a deep breath and tried to keep her composure. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll make it up to you and the kids."
