Victor Hale didn’t look surprised to see me.That was the first thing I noticed.He stood at the far end of the hallway, hands in his coat pockets, posture relaxed—like this was exactly where he intended to be.Not hiding.Not running.Waiting.My steps slowed as I approached him.Measured.Controlled.Because this—This wasn’t coincidence.“You picked an interesting place to show up,” I said.Victor’s lips curved slightly.“I could say the same to you.”My jaw tightened.“You’re supposed to be missing.”“Am I?” he replied calmly.A pause.“That’s what you’ve been told.”Of course.Because nothing about this had been straightforward.“Let’s not do this here,” he added, glancing briefly down the corridor.My gaze followed instinctively.Doctors.Nurses.Patients.Not the place.Not the time.“Walk,” he said.I didn’t hesitate.Not because I trusted him.But because I needed answers.We moved in silence.Out of the hospital.Into the parking structure.The air felt colder here.More con
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