All Chapters of Dr. KILLER : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Gaius' POVThere were days I convinced myself that I don't owe anyone anything, neither information or news. I simply like the simple life I lead.Then there were days like today.The crisp autumn breeze swept through the streets as I walked out of the architectural firm where I had spent the better part of the day reviewing structural designs for a new waterfront residential project.Life has become... predictable, wake up, go to work, attend meetings, review blueprints and argue with engineers over minor details.Go home, repeat.Years ago, I would have complained about such a monotonous routine. I once loved the flare of life, remembering the fact that I almost entered into the medical field.When the thoughts come, just like now… I appreciated it.Predictability meant peace. It meant no family scandals, no painful memories waiting around every corner, and no unexpected tragedies threatening to turn my life upside down.My phone buzzed inside my pocket. Amelia.A small smile found

Karma's POVI pulled the car to a gentle stop in front of Yvonne's house. For a few moments, none of us moved.My hands remained resting on the steering wheel while my eyes wandered over the familiar neighborhood, so much had changed.The road had been paved years ago, replacing the dusty street I used to race across as a little girl. Some of the neighboring houses had been renovated, while others had been demolished entirely and replaced with modern buildings.But despite all those changes… something about this place still felt painfully familiar, It was here.This was the neighborhood where it all happened, my house was a stone throw away.Where Dami and I had played until sunset. Where, for brief moments, I had been allowed to forget the horrors waiting for me back home."Thank you, Little Karma." Yvonne's gentle voice pulled me back to the present.I forced a smile. "You're welcome." Auntie Grace had already climbed out of the back seat and was gathering Yvonne's small overnight b

Karma's POVI ended up staying at Yvonne's house much longer than I had intended.What was supposed to be a quick stop by, after dropping them off, stretched into almost three hours, yet somehow, it still didn't feel like enough.After lunch, Auntie Grace insisted on doing the dishes. I volunteered to help, but she shunned me. After which she and Yvonne took turns sharing stories about Dami. Some of them made us laugh until tears gathered in our eyes, while others left an ache in my chest that I doubted would ever completely disappear.For the first time in years, remembering Dami didn't feel like reopening a wound.It felt like honoring her. I found myself smiling more than crying. Maybe healing wasn't forgetting, maybe it was learning to remember without breaking apart.By the time I stood to leave, the afternoon sun had begun its slow descent. Yvonne walked me to the front door despite my protests."You should be resting.""I've rested enough in that hospital bed," she replied with

Karma's POVThe morning before Noah's birthday began like every other workday. At least, that was what I wanted everyone to believe.I arrived at the hospital shortly after eight, parked my car and made my way into the building with my handbag hanging from my shoulder and a cup of coffee in my hand.Sandra was already waiting for me outside my office. "Good morning, Doctor.""Good morning." She followed me inside, holding my schedule."You have three patients for consultations this morning, two postoperative reviews and your afternoon rounds." I nodded as I placed my bag on the chair."Anything urgent?""Nothing so far.""Good."She handed me the first file. I glanced through it before looking up at her."And Sandra?""Yes?""I won't be here tomorrow."She frowned."Tomorrow?""Yes.""Saturday?" I nodded.She studied me suspiciously. "Why?" I tried not to smile. "I have somewhere important to be."Her eyes narrowed. "Somewhere important?""Very.""Are you finally telling me what you'v

Karma's POVI woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. It came back to me after a while,l, ten I turned my head to see Noah still asleep beside me.His face was unusually peaceful, his breathing slow and steady. One arm was stretched across the empty space where I had been sleeping, as though even in his sleep, he had been searching for me. I smiled.Today was his birthday. And for the first time since I had known him, I was determined to make sure he remembered it for something other than the fact that he hated celebrating it.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, I made my way into the kitchen and decided to prepare something simple. I wasn't about to attempt another complicated meal after the pasta disaster I'd created before, but at least last night's meal came out nice.I settled for a light breakfast, something warm and filling enough to start his morning without making him fee