Except then I realize she’s not alone in the room. There’s a man standing at her bedside. It takes me a second to recognize him as the man who was at my house looking for Tegan. The man who said he was her brother. Except he’s not just visiting with Tegan. Something else is going on in this room. The man has a syringe in his hand. And he’s trying to hook it up to Tegan’s IV, but he’s fumbling a bit.
