He Lives!

“Apply this once every day to the wound, and it will be as smooth as a newborn,” the healer attending to Luke said.

When the bald man saw me, he cleared his throat, congratulated Luke, and then left the room.

Luke had put on a shirt and splashed some water on his face, so he looked normal again.

(Silence)

“I see your hand is intact?” I said.

“Dan is very good at his job,” he said.

“So it's fine now? How is it even possible to sew a hand back? It was cut to the bone.”

“That's just how it works here,” he said.

I wanted to hug him and give him a playful pat on the back for scaring me, but I was also too angry at him.

“Why did you do it?” I finally said.

“I did it to protect you. To protect this family,” he said.

“Right, by letting a psychotic killer loose? That's how you protect this family?”

“There are worse things in the world than Desmond Burton living another day.”

“No, you don't get to say that. You're not the one who can barely sleep at night whenever there's a little sound somewhe