Micah stood at the glass window, one hand pressed lightly against the cool surface as he stared at the boy lying inside the room. The steady rise and fall of the boy's chest was faint, barely noticeable beneath the tubes and wires attached to him. Intubated. Monitors blinking. Machines humming a slow, lifeless rhythm.
Micah swallowed hard. His thoughts were racing.
Was there a connection between all of them… and this boy… but why wasn't any of this in the novel?
It was driving him nuts.
The boy's condition didn't seem optimistic though.
He dragged a hand through his silver hair, exhaling sharply. The silence in the hallway made his own heartbeat sound loud. Too loud. And too fast.
