Chapter 5: Sirens at the Crematorium
“The police are five minutes out,” I said. “And they don’t just have a warrant for this funeral home. They have one for the clinic too.”
Dr. Crane’s mouth opened, but no words came.
Helena looked toward the exit. Marcus looked toward the furnace. The employees, suddenly realizing they were standing inside a crime instead of a ceremony, backed away from the controls with pale faces.
The machine had finally jammed.
I leaned over the coffin and placed myself between Clara and every person who had tried to erase her.
“You thought I was simple,” I said. “You thought I only knew how to fix engines and broken parts.”
Helena’s eyes trembled with fury.
“But you forgot something. I understand machines. I know how they run. I know where the pressure builds. And I know exactly how to dismantle one.”
Outside, sirens began to wail, cutting through the heavy air of the chapel… Continue Reading ⬇️