The only sound that could be heard was that of the life-supporting machine.Beep... beep... beep…It sounded steadily with the same rhythm, which was the only thing that indicated the life that was still to be upheld in the silent, sun-drenched room. It was a sound that Edward hated so much because it felt like a futile hope, and yet it was the only thing keeping him sane. For three weeks, it had been his companion, tormentor, and only thread of hope.The room, a master suite of a private vacation home, perched on a high, remote cliff overlooking the ocean, was where Malcolm Meyer lay, on the huge master bed, motionless, pale, with shallow breaths that were strained. Tubes were running through, in and out of his body, and a huge bandage covered the entry wound of gunshots that were on his chest, arm, leg, and head. Edward, whom he had called a few minutes before the hit happened, had not slept well since the night of the ambush. He had been the one who found him, half-dead, blood-
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