Something’s wrong

Chapter 61

Some ghosts don’t wait to be summoned—they drag you back themselves.

The hospital smelled like ammonia and abandonment.

Cillian shoved through the double doors, Kent at his heels. The linoleum gleamed too bright beneath buzzing fluorescent lights, but nothing could mask the decay underneath—bureaucratic rot, institutional apathy.

Second visit in two days.

First time, he thought maybe Ben had cracked. That remorse had finally come knocking.

Now he knew better.

One moment you see a flicker of change. The next, you remember why some bloodlines are best severed.

He stepped to the front desk with slow, deliberate fury.

“Ben Dawson,” he said.

The nurse blinked, startled by the storm behind his eyes. “I’m sorry, sir, visiting hours are—”

Cillian’s fist hit the counter hard enough to rattle her clipboard.

“This is a life or death situation,” he said. “We need to speak to him. Now.”

The nurse recoiled. Kent muttered a sharp curse under his breath. The tension hung in the air like sm