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Chapter 20 – Reunion
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Whispers Behind the Glass Epilogue – After Halden
Six months later. The sea was calmer here. Not silent, but rhythmic. Trustworthy. Every wave that broke against the rocky shore felt like breath drawn in, held, and released again. For Mila Everhart, it was the first place that didn’t feel haunted. The house was small, tucked into the cliffs like a secret. It had wide windows that faced the ocean and creaked with age. She liked the creaks. They sounded alive. Inside, sunlight spilled across the floorboards where scattered newspaper clippings lay articles, court hearings, headlines screaming: > “Whistleblower Exposes Halden Institute” “Unethical Experiments Confirmed” “Victims of Psychological Trials Speak Out” Her name wasn’t on them. That had been the deal. Mila gave the evidence but asked for anonymity. For Cassia’s sake. But the truth was out. Halden was shut down. Celeste Granger was under investigation. And Adrien Kael had surrendered his license willingly. Mila sipped her tea and stared out toward the horizon. For the
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 24 – Ashes and Echoes
The hallway was silent, save for the occasional echo of footsteps, heavy, hesitant. Mila stood in front of the old ward, the one no longer in use, her fingers tracing the outline of the doorframe as if it might remember more than she did. It had taken everything in her not to collapse after Adrien showed her the files. Photos. Recordings. The truth. She had not imagined it. She had been a subject. They had tested on her. They had known. She walked into the dusty corridor, Adrien trailing behind. He didn’t speak. Didn’t try to console her. He understood now: she didn’t need softness, she needed clarity. The kind that stung and burned, that ripped wounds open before they could finally scar over. “I used to come here,” Mila murmured. “I didn’t remember until last night. After… after the memories started to settle.” The air was heavy, tinged with chemicals and old secrets. Lights flickered above, their hum like distant whispers. “This is where they kept Cassia,” she said, voice
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 23 – Echoes from the Fire
The fire had left no trace of Cassia’s body. No DNA. No bones. Just ashes and a report that no one ever questioned except Adrien, now, with the truth Jonas had laid bare. Mila stood in the small Halden chapel, empty except for rows of unlit candles and the sound of her breath. The air smelled faintly of burnt wax and dust. She clutched the folded paper Jonas had written on his list of names and timelines, notes scrawled in a trembling hand that told a story more horrifying than her nightmares. Cassia had been real. Cassia had been murdered. And all this time, Mila had carried the burden like a brand, believing she’d set the match that ended her sister’s life. She touched the piano at the far wall... unused, untuned and sat down. Her fingers hovered, but no melody came. Only silence. She bowed her head, whispering into the wood. “I’m sorry I forgot you.” Behind her, Adrien stood watching. He’d seen her splinter and shatter, rage and cry. But this quiet grief was different. It
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 22 – Jonas Wakes Up
The beep of the heart monitor had become background noise in the clinic’s east wing, constant, rhythmic, lifeless. Jonas Hale had been in a coma for weeks, unmoving except for the slight twitch of an eyelid every few days, something that gave the nurses false hope and Adrien's quiet dread. But this morning, everything changed. Nurse Fallon dropped her clipboard when the first sharp spike disrupted the monitor’s flat rhythm. She leaned in, squinting, thinking it was a glitch, until she saw his fingers move. Then his eyes opened. A sharp, startled gasp filled the sterile room. Jonas blinked slowly, as if light was foreign. His lips parted, a cracked whisper escaping. “…Mila…” The name sent ice through Fallon’s spine. Adrien was with Mila in the rec room when his pager buzzed. The message was short: Hale is awake. First word: Mila. His blood ran cold. Mila sat curled on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, her face pale but alert. She looked up as Adrien stood abruptly. “What i
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 21 - The Puppetmaster
The director’s office reeked of old leather, bureaucracy, and something darker, paranoia. Adrien Kael stood alone in the center, surrounded by silence thicker than the snow outside. Dr. Vallin was gone. In his place sat her. Celeste Granger. She had never been officially listed as anything more than “Head of Clinical Compliance,” a title vague enough to slip under radar. But everyone knew she held the real power. Everyone feared her... even Vallin. She didn’t look up when Adrien entered. Just kept typing something into a terminal, long fingers clicking with measured precision. “I thought you were dead,” Adrien said flatly. She smiled without warmth. “You thought wrong.” “Where’s Vallin?” “Retired. Suddenly.” Adrien’s jaw tensed. “You mean removed.” Granger finally looked up. Her eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto his. “You’ve become quite the problem, Adrien.” He didn’t flinch. “Funny. That’s what I was going to say about you.” Granger’s lips curled. “
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 20 – Reunion
Adrien cradled Mila in his arms as they moved through the storm, her body limp with cold and exhaustion. Snow fell harder, blurring the path as he trudged back toward Halden, every muscle burning. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. She had come out here alone. She could’ve died. And still, she’d survived. By the time they reached the side entrance, Adrien’s legs were shaking. A nurse gasped as he stumbled inside, yelling for assistance. “No one touches her but me!” he snapped. His voice, usually calm and measured, cracked with something raw and unfiltered. They tried to protest, but his stare turned them to stone. Within minutes, they were alone, in a quiet private room, tucked away from the cameras, from the director, from the rest of the watching world. He stripped off her wet clothes with practiced gentleness, hands trembling not with desire, but desperation. Blankets, warm clothes, the portable heater he’d once hidden for patients prone to night chills... he used everyth
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