117: A Grand Plan

LOGAN

Two things kept me up at night these days.

Scarlett’s unbending foolishness to completely cure me and the events that led up to discovering that she was the cure.

Weirdly, the latter was on my mind much more than the former because it seemed like less and less like a coincidence each passing day. When I’d contacted the stage management team the morning after my near death experience, they’d confirmed that no UV lights had been installed for the gala and after sitting through a harrowing evening with the team members, I confirmed using my alpha intuition that I wasn't being lied to.

After then, it seemed like I’d hit a dead end and returned to square one, but I couldn't let go of the restlessness itching at my insides each time I thought back to the event.

Finally, I found one common denominator in each scenario where I’d been burnt by an artificially engineered UV light. And much to my annoyance, it was always Micheal. He was always conveniently at the center of it all.

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