The Medical Genius Without a Heart
Only Sarah's cold, unblinking eyes were left visible, locked on Wilfred in silent judgment.
His eyes were bloodshot. Whether driven by fear or rage, the kind, composed doctor I once knew had vanished. His face twisted into a snarl as he lunged at me.
"You bitch! How dare you curse my sister? I'll make you pay with your life!"
I took his punches and kicks, my eyes fixed on Sarah's photo. "Sarah, make sure you know who your true enemy is. When you face the grim reaper, don't accuse the wrong person," I repeated silently.